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The Chronicles of Sirius Evermore, GENESIS

2009-07-28T11:13:00.000-07:00

Harry Potter is for kids! The Chronicles of Sirius Evermore is for grown folks!

What if every God that ever existed including Buddha, Satan, Isis, Pan, Yahweh, Anubis, Zeus, etc., got together and discussed sentencing Jesus, all of Humanity and possibly the Earth to Death?

Then these same Gods call upong the mightiest immortal to ever exist and asked him to incarnate upon Earth as the Final Judge.

The only catch is that once upon Earth; it will be up to this Immortal to remember who he is and what his mission is on his own.

Feel your heart race in this breathtaking pageturner as this Incarnated Immortal gets mixed up in MAGIC, MARTIAL ARTS, THE OCCULT, SECRET GOVERNMENT PROGRAMS, and a SINISTER PLAN FOR WORLD DOMINATION.

Welcome to the world of SIRIUS EVERMORE AND GENESIS, The first book in "The Chronicles of Sirius Evermore.

If you enjoyed THE MATRIX, THE JASON BOURNE SERIES and THE RECRUIT then you will love GENESIS, the first book in "THE CHRONICLES OF SIRIUS EVERMORE".

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AUDIO VISUAL INTERNET PARADIGM EXPANSION REMIX

2008-12-16T15:12:00.000-08:00

Hi Everyone, my name is Jonas and I have a Blog. Wait a minute....that's right!!! I do have blog and...and, I write things in it and then I spam everyone on my mailing list....Does that mean I'm a spammer?... No, no, no, no, I am a Blogger or someone who Blogs...uhhh a leisurely Blogger...ahhhh... nevermind.

Here another round of SPAM for you. Here in Hawaii we make Musubis wit dah Spam, bah. Mean dah kine grinds ono lye dat! Put dah kine inside dah uhu brah, hoh cuz. Mops!

AUDIO VISUAL INTERNET PARADIGM EXPANSION REMIX

A.V.I.PE.R.

Your gonna' like this one ;--D

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THE HOME WINDS

2008-08-16T00:57:00.000-07:00

The Official Blah Blah Blog presents another AVIPER Audio Visual Internet Paradigm Expansion Remix production. Taste the Venom in...

THE HOME WINDS

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A LITTLE HORNY

2008-08-06T18:08:00.001-07:00

The Official Blah Blah Blog presents "A LITTLE HORNY" another AVIPER Production.

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2008-07-25T21:10:00.000-07:00

Okay everyone, howz it! Life is good in Hawaii. The creativity is flowin so.... i said to myself. “Self you know what?” Myself said to myself, “What self?” Let's change the AVIPER flavor. Myself said to myself...OK.

This latest AVIPER production is all about LOVE and it was really fun to make. It is also different from the other AVIPER's in that it is all songs and music from a wide range of artists including Alanis Morrissette, Fiona Apple, Led Zeppelin, The Pointer Sisters, Lauryn Hill, Sinead O'Conner and others. I did play around with the song content so as display a journey through the concept of Love. So, sit back relax and enjoy.................L O V E

LOVE

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AVIPER STRIKES AGAIN - THE REAL WORLD

2008-07-19T00:07:00.000-07:00

Hello Everyone,

Welcome to another AVIPER production created by Jonas Holmes III. AVIPER stands for Audio Visual Internet Paradigm Expansion Remix. For more about this art form and what it means please refer to the previous posting on this blog.

I received many interesting responses to the last AVIPERATION that I posted. One question that I received is, "What are your expectations for people who view this art form?" My response to that was that it is all in the name, AVIPER. Paradigm Expasnion is the goal and short internet video clips are the tool. I have no vested interest in any one experience. The point is that what people watch moves them in some way. I believe the brain is like a rubberband, a rubber band that is seldom stretched yet is inherently flexible. Any AVIPER remix that you partake in should move you in some way. That may be emotionally, physically or mentally. That depends on your personal make up. As the artist or creator my goal is to stretch that rubber band of yours. How you experience that stretching depends on you.

I do not claim to have created any of the videos, which is obviously evident. My desire is to present them in a format that becomes experiental and interesting. Just as a cook doesn't necessarily grow all the ingredients in the dish they are preparing yet creates something greater than the sum of its parts. I can say that I am sure many of the videos you see in AVIPER you would not usually see with out these types of presentation. I sift through thousands of videos looking for uniqueness, movement and inspiration for the Remix, your pardigm expansion and your viewing pleasure.

I must reiterate that the proper method for experiencing an AVIPER is too,

1. Enlarge the video from the bottom in the lower right corner.

2. Press play in the lower left corner of the video.

3. View the video without interruption until it stops.

4. Decrease the size of the video.

5. Repeat with the next video located directly below.

If possible view all the videos sequentially without interruption to get the full flavor.

The following AVIPER presentation is called, THE REAL WORLD, and it has nothing to do with the TV show. Without too much spoiling or influencing it explores human potentials and finishes with beauty and joy. :OD The whole presentation is roughly 20 minutes. Thanks for watching. I look forward to receiving more comments from you all in the future. Aloha from Hawaii.

And from the loins of the Internet an art form was born. A.V.I.P.E.R. Audio Visual Internet Paradigm Expansion Remix

2008-07-10T03:46:00.000-07:00

Press play on the top video then preceed immediately with the video below until all videos have been viewed. Afterwards repeat as often as necessary in any desirable sequence including playing them all at the same time.

Waxing Poetic

2008-06-29T03:02:00.001-07:00

Hell to my Blah Blogheads,

Its been a while. For a brief period, I became mildly, well... more like wildly, entranced with "No Limit Texas Hold'em". There is an online website where you can play with "play money". It was very fun and entertaining but extremely addicitve and time consuming. So, after indulging myself with grandiose dreams (I just can't stop dreaming, sorry) of being the next global poker star, I have gotten back to writing.

However, the time was not completely lost. There was no need for TV, whose absence I found to be extremely refreshing. The conundrum of the whole situation is that no tv for me, the news junkie, means there is nothing I feel a decisive desire to rant about. They don't call it the boob tube for nothing. What did happen though is that with no emotional compulsion to address the inanity of what I hear and or read about; I was lead to contemplating my own internal writing muses.

I mean, politics is a carnival. It is something you can debate and argue about for hours. But, the reality is that like every other great civilization in the world our government is corrupt, it has over extended itself, it is in its decline and ultimately, like every other empire of note; it will destroy itself. That is not to say you can't have a good time in America anymore. Trust me, as a resident of Maui; I promise you good times are still there to be had. However, when considered from a macrocosmic perspective, of course the news is going to be rife with bullshit. America is sitting in the middle of a big pile of it. So, if one knows and understands the Sign's of the Times, what is the point of being aggravated by or indulging in the display of it?

There is no point. What the point truly is is that accepting the aforementioned reflection of my knowledge as an exihibit of external reality freed me to dwell more upon my inner self and the cogitations contained therein. This has resulted in, not only some deep and severe revisions in my novel but also in a bit of poetry that I am happy to share with you. Do Enjoy.

WARM NIGHT OF PASSAGE

Days pass on. Time flies by.
Leaving many to how's and why's

Questions, quandries; search for answers
How can we beat the cancer?

Forward, fastward, onward we run
Forgetting to gaze upon the sun.

We feel its warmth upon our face
Heat and light cast down from Space

Solar spectacle of orbital time
Still we block it from our mind.

Preferring shadows of who, what and where.
Ego matters and other's care.

Avoiding light and neglecting truth
Proper manners preserving couth.

Meanwhile, gravity pursues our bodies decay
Until we reach that final day.

Weak and creaky will you lie in bed.
Ruminations and memories coursing through your head.

And what you remember shall be that light
and the warmth on your face as you meet the night.

Hillary, Please Just Sit Down and ...

2008-06-03T09:02:00.000-07:00

Hillary, Please Just Sit Down and ..... by Jonas Holmes III

taken from "The Official Blah Blah Blog" at www.theofficialblahblahblog.blogspot.com

Hello to all my loyal blah blah bloggers. I apologize profusely for my absence. It has been almost three weeks since my last Blog. My excuses are paltry. I was out of town working for about five days. I tried to write a blog about a week ago but Blogspot deleted it at least three times. So, I gave up. All in all its probably for the better. That blog was pretty much a rant on the some airline ridiculousness and how women who wear too much make up hate me. I don't hate them back though their clownish faces are somewhat disturbing to my psyche. You know that whole multicolored skin thing and the clown rouge; not to mention the chunky black eyelashes. Anyhoo, after the blog was accidentally deleted three times because I bumped the wrong button on my keyboard I figured it wasn't meant to be. Every day I have thought about blogging but it finally took some more bizarreness from CNN to inspire me.

All of you have to go watch this video on YouTube, cut, paste and click the following:
It is titled, Obama's Church: Why Hillary Cried - Father Michael Pfleger
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_H11x6bMu4Y

I love this white guy! Why? Because he ain't joking! Father Pfleger is keepin' it real. This sermon is the the latest supposed political controversy in the Obama campaign. I think it is hilarious. The line, “Their is a black man stealing my show!”, followed by the Father's imitation of Hillary crying is hilarious. Now let me tell you why I love this video and Father Pfleger.

I am so sick and tired of the fake ass bullshit that I see in the world and American media. It makes me want to puke. Not only does it make me want to puke when I see lunatics like Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly and drug addict Rush Limbaugh; the hypocrisy that I see when these right wing, self proclaimed, christian, purveyors of righteousness vomit up their propaganda for the masses is nauseating to say the least. That is why it fills my heart with so much joy when I see someone telling it like it is.

Hillary , please sit down. The anointment of the Clinton Presidential legacy as a time of beauty and prosperity is going down the toilet like a preemptive double flush. You and Bill's antics are solely responsible. This includes your remarks about Martin Luther King, Bill's comments about Jesse Jackson, the whole lie about you being under sniper fire and Bill's attempt to clean that up by saying you were tired and it was late at night. The greatest irony of him making that statement is that it happened after the whole phone call at 3 am in the morning commercial. That is not to mention that you supported NAFTA and were unable to get anyone to accept your Healthcare plans while Bill was in office. I will not even venture into how much vaster the challenge of managing the whole country is compared to managing your husband. Oh, yeah, by the way Hillary, you voted for the war, remember? We are over you, we are tired of you, we don't want to to see you any more. You have fought harder against Barack Obama than you did to keep George Bush from stealing the last election.

Shut up with the whole Reverend Wright and Father Pfleger thing. Isn't their Freedom of Religion in America? Barack Obama didn't say those things. What?! Is he supposed to be the new Homeland Security for religious institutions? The funny thing about Hillary crying is that no one has ever seen it before. Even when President Clinton found himself responsible for Monica Lewinsky's exorbitant dry cleaning bills, Hillary Clinton didn't shed a tear. The exploits with Gennifer Flowers and numerous others never forced that powerful Scorpio, Hillary Clinton, to wring her hands. Did we ever in 8 years of Bill Clinton see Hillary cry. Has anyone seen her cry as a Senator or ever before in her life for that matter. In a time when they are trying to question Barack Obama's ability to handle bare knuckle politics, does it do Hillary Clinton or the Women's Movement any good to be crying on the campaign trail. When one of the strongest women I've seen in the world starts crying; I know something is cooking.

Could you imagine Hillary Clinton going to Russia and crying in front of Putin. Tears would roll down her eyes as she pleaded, “Please, please, please Vlady baby! Help me sanction Iran. Be a sweetie pie for your little sugar cup.”

The bottom line is that Father Pfleger spoke the truth not only that; it was funny as hell. Father Pfleger, except for my Mom, you are my new favorite Caucasian. Your ghetto pass is officially stamped and legitimate for redemption till at least 2009. The great thing is that I know Senator Obama and all his supporters have a big smile on their face. Father Pfleger's words were a huge bonus. Instead of all the attention being focused on that Negro, Reverend Wright, resulting in this being a racial thing, now a white guy and a Catholic priest to match is speaking out. That kills the whole black and white thing and possibly opens up the mind of some Catholic voters. This whole Father Pfleger thing and the media exposure all works in Barack's favor.

My final words to Hillary would be to please just sit down and close your mouth. Your days, your times are over and done. Please, do us all a favor and get out of the way. Honestly, even you would have to admit, change is not something you represent. It was you that said you and John Mccain had the required experience, thus putting yourself in the same boat as him and the Bush administration.

What is is that you and Bill are worth now? Is it 100 million dollars? Hillary I am afraid that the fact that poor uneducated white people vote for you has more to do with their ignorance then it does their interests. I mean, lack of education and ignorance are known to partner up quite well. Also, in case you haven't figured it out, thats not really something to brag about. As you and your wealthy friends in the Bilderberg Group are so aware of, the lesser humans are not capable of governing this vast globe and all that it entails. That fact further makes the case that Barack and his supporters should be in the White House rather than you since, as it is often pointed out, they are much more educated.

The lies and deceit in America's political machine is overtly obscene and incredibly transparent. Americans can no longer Hope For Change. We must say what we have to say or do what we have to in order to create motion and movement. Unless, of course, you have the money and finances of the Clinton's. Finally, Hillary, I have to ask you, what in God's name were you doing using the example of Kennedy's assassination as a reason to stay in the race? Do you know something that we don't know? Sure, Barack's security looked like it had been breached when that obnoxious man in Philly kept begging for a picture but, to reference assassination as a reason for you to continue challenging Senator Obama is offensive and classless. Exactly, how deep is your connection to uneducated white folks around the country. That shot of moonshine you had with Jethro must've went to your head.

I used to like you a lot, Hillary. I had always seen you as an attractive, intelligent, articulate, strong, role model of a woman. I was overwhelmingly impressed by your dedication and willingness to stand by your man in some incredibly challenging times, especially with the world as your audience. Really, in a certain way, you were the ultimate woman. I don't know what has happened to you. The way you and Bill have been acting lacks of statesmanship, to put it mildly. Somewhere between Hillary the first lady and Hillary presidential candidate the hillbilly juice started leaking from you and Bill's mouths. After watching your campaign there is no way I would vote for you. If you and Barack were on the same ticket I would vote for McCain. At least with McCain I know what kind of crap I'm getting. He is speaking loud and clear. With you, Hillary, the major problem is I have seen too many Hillary's. The problem with that is that each Hillary I see is a little more degraded than the last. It reminds me of milk that been sitting around long after its 30 day expiration date. No matter how it changes after that period, its just no good anymore and every change it undergoes just makes it more offensive.

Jonas Holmes III lives in Maui, Hawaii. He spends most of his time finishing his novel and Googling the name Jonas Holmes III. To see more of his work check out the "The Official Blah Blah Blog" at www.theofficialblahblahblog.blogspot.com

Lost My MindzzzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzz

2008-05-12T14:12:00.000-07:00

blahblahblah... Don't get me wrong. Losing your mind is an excellent thing to do. It simply means that you have ascended above normalcy. Of course, sometimes when you break through the matrix there are surprising consequences. For instance, up until a couple of minutes ago I thought today was Monday. I was in Monday mode. Although I have today off; I still was sensing the hustle and bustle/preoccupation of the regular working Joe's and Jane's. People would be busy I felt. Hence making it a quiet day until lunch time or evening.

Surprise, suprise, Gomer Pyle when I looked at my computer and saw that it was Sunday. Wait a minute.........I just looked at my phone and it says it is Monday. So today is Monday. That makes sense. I remember seeing church parking lots full yesterday.

Okay so never mind today is Monday but as you can tell it may as well be Sunday. AiNoKea. I think I got confused because I woke up twice this morning, once a t 6 and once at 9. At 6 I didn't feel well. At 9 I felt good but was spaced out. I am going to go back to bed. They say 3rd times the charm. It is 11:35 am and I am going back to sleep. That, perhaps, is the best part of losing your mind. Nightey Night.

ps looking at the date of this blog...I guess...today is not the 19th either. Oooops.

Politics and Sh--

2008-05-10T16:34:00.000-07:00

Shit would be more appropriate for this Blog. Of course, Shit and Politics are synonyms. I don't know why I didn't just write shit in the title. Its like i was nervous, like perhaps, the Curse Word police were going to bust down my door. I mean, oh my god, whats my Mom going to say. Maybe, because its the day before Mother's Day I am a bit hesitant. Speaking of which,

Happy Mother's Day. I Love You, Mom.

My mom is dah' bomb. I blame/thank you Mom for both my genius and insanity. I believe it is illegal to have one without the other. ;-) And you are definitely to blame for me residing in Maui. The jury finds you guilty of making me a writer and inspiring me to live in Paradise. For your punishment you are sentenced to 100 kisses and 2 weeks of son/slave labor at your new residence (lack of beer could cause revocation of the labor clause).

Now that that is over lets get back to the politics. What, I MEAN WHAT!?!? IN THE HELL IS ON HILLARY CLINTON'S MIND???

I figured that some dirty sh-- would have to happen so Hillary could be the next President, but Damn! Is she trying to destroy the whole Democratic Party. Let's go conspiracy here. Hillary Clinton is actually a agent for McCain and his backers. Speaking of McCain, Jesus Christ, literally, I mean Jesus F---in Christ Jr. on a crutch. I used to love when my old boss said, "Jesus Christ on a crutch." Back to McCain.

OKAY...okay, cancel everything.

As you can see from the above picture; I have just received some visitors. So, at the current time this blog is canceled. Not the whole blog but the ending of this blog. To add to the larceny both of these crazy women showed up with a bottle of Herradura...so...I will talk to everybody later. :>D

ALOHA,

JONAS

ps that crazy lookin white guy showed up to. Soooo...my day is basically over. Aloha.

Martha's V and Twits (Get your Mind Out of the Gutter)

2008-05-10T07:31:00.000-07:00

Blah! Don't know what I am doing but I went to bed early and woke up at 2:42. Now its 4 something and I don't want to sleep. However, what I do want to do is write. I have no particular topic or subject in mind. Compulsively, I just want to write. Yes, that is bizarre I know.

It kind of reminds me of this thing called Twitter. Many of you are probably long familiar with it. Its this bizarre thing on the internet that allows you to tell people what you are doing every minute of the day. http://twitter.com/ I was ready to rake twitter over the criticism coals of redundance and stupidity but then I went to the website. Now I am scared that I might like it. I know...its a shame.

The problem is, which I didn't expect, they have this cute little video (yes, I said cute). This video is about a little stick figure named Carla and after Carla gets on to twitter she learns that one of her friends is a baseball fan. Also, Carla's friends learn that she likes Van Halen. I guess Twitter is targeting pre-generation X with that observation.

I mean there is nothing wrong with Van Halen. The whole Diver Down album rocks, especially that cover of Martha and the Vandellas. "Where Have All The Good Times Gone", dunnunt dun dunnunnt, dunnunt dun dunnunt, won't you tell me, dunnunt, where have all the good times, dunnunt, all my life i never stop to worry bout a thing, open up and shout it out and never try to sing. So, what I am saying is, yeah, Van Halen is cool but me, at 40, thinking its cool, well; what does that really mean?

Wait a minute! Stop the presses. I have made a serious mistake that must be corrected immediately. I mentioned the wrong song. Where Have All The Good Times Gone is not the song I meant by Martha and the Vandellas. It was Dancing In the Street. As an apology for my sin by omission to you the readers and more importantly Martha and the Vandellas; I have included a link, to a Martha and the V's performance. They are singing Dancing in the Street. Enjoy. Check out the guy in the striped wife beater. He is feelin himself and exactly how big is Martha's hair! Damn!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-EKd2n0urs&feature=related

Oh, yeah...Twitter.

Went to bathroom.

Took laptop to bathroom

Made poopie

Finished blog

Feel better

Going to sleep

Craving eggs

Damn! Just as I was about to publish this post the blogger gnomes invaded my computer with a pop-up warning. It said, "Warning! No singular references to poopie are allowed!" I am not really sure what that means. I think it means that I have to mention poop at least twice or I will get kicked of Blogger. I really have no desire to elaborate on poop but rules are rules. So, what I will do is provide my faithful readers with a warning. Whatever you do, do not, I repeat DO NOT go to the following website. www.doodie.com There, including this sentence that is 4 poops and 1 doodie. Mission Accomplished.

TWITTER

Not tired anymore.

Thinking about getting eggs.

Now I am feeling tired.

Debating sleep.

Cant stop writing.

Clearing throat.

Watching pointer flash on my computer as it shoots out letters and words.

Something about twitter makes me have a robot voice in my writing brain.

Good Nyt...........

MSG SUX

2008-05-06T06:49:00.000-07:00

Okay this is going to be short and sweet because its 3:49 am in the morning. I don't mind being awake because I just got a call from beautifully, wonderful, splendid friend in Chicago whom I will answer the phone for, with pleasure, any time. As a good friend, supporter and literary cohort she got me to thinking about writing when I got off the phone. So, I opened up the trusty laptop and looked over my new baby i.e. The Official Blah Blah Blog. As I did so I thought to myself, "this blog is pretty cool. it talks about alot of stuff. and I get to talk about anything I like." Then it hit me.

There was something that had been bothering me for a long time even moreso than men who wear ascots. This particular itemized reality is so small and so insignificant but so thoroughly pervasive that it is extrememly irritating. The problem is that almost every single soup of every single brand has MSG, monosodium glutamate in it. I don't care if its Chunky, Progresso or Campbell's, Cream of Chicken, Beefstew or Clam Chowder. Every gotdamn can has f$#%n MSG in it. I hate that, what the F$%#k is up. I am going to go into it more. In fact, i am going to research msg and call all these soup companies. Then I am going to write about it. In the meanwhile, if any of you awesome readers find a soup that doesn't have msg in it please let me know. I am not sure but I think even Dinty Moore may have sold out.

It is a sad day in America. The only soup I can tolerate is Talk
Soup which is a gr8 show. Other than that I am in mourning.

Listen to Music

2008-05-05T22:08:00.000-07:00

Music makes my world go round. I don't really know anyone that listens to AC/DC, Lil' Jon, Incubus and Wagner. Music does diferent things for me. It lifts my spirits, prepares me for battle or provides subliminal wisdom. As a big believer in the power of the subconscious and its receptivity; I try to be very careful about the influences I receive. Below are some songs that I like. They are similiar in that they all have positive impacts but they are different in their types of positive influence.

I love this next song by the Crowes because of the guitars and drum cymbals. The lead singers voice is very rhytmic. Lyrics in terms of subliminality are always of critical importance. What I like about the lyrics is that it appears to be a song about being in lovelust (love that is really lust) with someone whose influence is not the best. "Who killed that bird out on you window sill? Are you the reason that he broke his back? Did I see you laugh about that?"

Other lyrics like. "Baby, baby why did you dye your hair? Why you always keeping with your mothers dare? Baby whys whos who, who know you too? Did the other children scold on you?" Indicate adolesecent causes of current challenges faced by the woman in question and why a potential relationship will not provide any remedy. Overall, this song says to me that regardless of chemistry one must find a spiritual and mental compatibility person in order to maintain a nondramatic consistently growth oriented relationship.

Remedy - The Black Crowes

Baby, baby why cant you sit still?
Who killed that bird out on you window sill?
Are you the reason that he broke his back?
Did I see you laugh about that?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it glide?

Can I have some remedy?
Remedy for me please.
Cause if I had some remedy
Id take enough to please me.

Baby, baby why did you dye your hair?
Why you always keeping with your mothers dare?
Baby whys whos who, who know you too?
Did the other children scold on you?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it slide?

This song is straight guitar thrash. I love it. There aren't any Downset songs that I don't like. I like this song because it reminds me that the deadliest enemies are from within. It mentions not throwing pearls to swine. It also talks about how the enemy is so transparent. It wraps up by saying take your piece and run, I'll wake up to a new sun. In essence, the enemy is compared to a little scrambling insect taking its piece of a person. Meanwhile, the person in question is in touch with a higher source of eternal, replenishing power. This power is the Sun not the son. These little animals have to take their little piece of you because they have lost touch with the highest power. All in all, this song reminds you to check your people, check who you run with it. Its a great message.

I have personally felt criticism about being to selective in my screening process and wondered myself if perhaps I should open up more. The reality of the situation is that perhaps I may be missing out on some grand opportunity but that likelihood is a statisical minimality for the following reasons. My screening method is not based on wealth, occupation, color, race or religion. However, all of those can be indicators of some sort. My most important indicator is whether or not the person is authentic or fake. If someone is fake to themselves then they can't be real to me whether they would like to or not. I have tolerated fools because they were authentically foolish with no ill intent. A fool with good intent may accidentally do unintentionl harm but will otherwise act on your behalf with the best intent. Its a somewhat slippery slope that requires similiar management to that of training a dog. A strong choke chain is required. Even that fool, if they have to many accidents, will have to be instructed. The fake people and liars will never act on your behalf. You can't trust'em.

Also, I can't stand people who run their fu#$@n mouths all the time; especially really loud people. I flee from them and can't wait to get out of their presence.

Everyone at sometimes is subject to a bit of overexuberance, myself included. The people I am talking about are the ones that are always loud, running their mouths and invading your personal space. I can only think of one thing around these type of people if I am unable to escape from their presence. Shut the f--k up, lower your voice and get the fuck out of my face. The other type of people that irritate or annoy me are people who can't accept my silence. Sometimes I don't want to talk. Get over it. These people are in the same class as those who are over jovial with me. They like to slap me on the back real hard or give me dap with some furious grip. With these people I always slap em back on their back which usually sends them into shock. They look at me like "what the fuck!" I'm thinkin' you just slapped the shit out of me. It's your fault for tryin' to slap a 230-240# 5'11 guy like you own him. There are always consequences for being an idiot.

Anyway, it's always good to check your people.

DOWNSET-CHECK YOUR PEOPLE

Make it back y'all
Haha, check me out
My enemies is in too motherfuckin' close, cut throat, zone association cold like stone, who'm I gettin' with, too connected with infected kids, who ain't done shit but strip my kit, can't believe what I see, sickening scenery, in the heat of things you won't be with me so flee my team, bloodsucker, yo, you think you got me ruffed up, you ain't got the stuff to cut my gut, what's up, check your people, check your camp, check your camp, check your people, check your people, check your camp, check your camp, check your people
Check 'em what I got
Who's got me like that, who's true like that, who's got my back in this pivotal pack of masks, bail my people outta lock up cause I got love when they caught up, will I get my grands back, testin' where they're hearts at, dead first before betrayal to my main network, visible signals, what's the move, cut 'em loose, check your people, check your camp, check your camp, check your people, check your people, check your camp, check your camp, check your people
Slipping and falling I threw my pearls to swine, I parted my fruit to squandering flesh, who chase prestigious design, I guess that's what I get, a fool is dangerous company, who brings much regret
[x2] You
Are so transparent [x2]
You are so transparent
You're so transparent
Transparent, take your piece and run, I'll become whole again with the sight of a new sun, take your piece and run, I'll become whole again with the sight of a new sun, you played me again, you played me again
Keep it real y'all
Check your people, check your camp, check your camp, check your people, check your people, check your camp, check your camp, check your people
Watch out, who you run with.

I like this next song because its lyrics are rare. It deals with metaphysics, spirtual realms, spiritual and mental warfare. It deals with this warfare for righteousness on a global scale. I personally am beyond seeing things in a Satanic verse Godly method but I know what they mean. To me when you say Satanic it equals "shit I don't want to happen to me". When I say Godly it equals "stuff I want to happen to me". I believe in karma, justice and ultimate judgement. When any or all of those three manifest in my existence I want to be on the "Godly" side of all of them. Call it long term planning if you will. ;D

DOWNSET-EYES SHUT TIGHT

Come with the bloody moon and the chaos,
Gog and magog triple six reigns over spirits lost.
Satanic nations and thrones reign and slay,
but solid is super-souls love and righteous pathways,
Asking me why I ain't down with the bloodshed,
wicked fool we approve of lies as eternal truth,
Worship the mark of the beast demonic feast,
Seven the seals sacred faith no need to pack steal,
No geed-up rap anywhere up and on me,
Strictly KRS, Public Enemy, Bob Marley, Mad ups to MLK and the infintie Ghandi,
Doom to the demons that dominate all around me.
Deep in the soul fool,
you know you aint right running around with your eyes shut tight!
I know what it's like to not want to see the sunrise,
So shattered the pictures on fire, the winter never lies,
but that chemical won't allways keep the empty space full,
Bludgeon corrode desecrate the body temple,
Half the fools we know yes they sick style sprung,
Deeper and further from ourselves I have always watched us run,
From the family perspective yes I've watched the dope wreck shit,
Deep veteranos, Tequatos fool this childhood knows!
Deep in the soul,
Fool you know you ain't right going around with them eyes shut tight!
Further away from ourselves! Further away from the truth!
You can throw the set in the sky,
But the eternal majestic Mount Zion you can't deny.
A gat, a clip, a hollow-tip with your name on it,
loving to trip but one day you'll get caught up and slip!
So cheap a death but my brother so precious is life,
speaking the language of fratracidal sights,
You do like Cain did Able you love to watch your brother's blood,
Flow fool tell me no! Spirit so cold! Denial!

What can I say about GZA and the 4th Chamber. Either you get or you don't. That ish is real!

Genius/GZA 4th Chamber

Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
*baby gurgling*
So... come boy, choose life or death

Verse One: Ghostface Killah

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago
spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

Verse Two: Killah Priest

I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

Verse Three: The RZA

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)

The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like hams
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the length one tenth
with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
RZA shaved the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin to figure who invented
this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate my short fuse

GZA/Genius GOLD

Intro: Method Man

Aiyyo Shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught playin
Over here, I'm returnin em that's my word that they be blasted
Anything from two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real

Chorus: Genius

Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to YOU

Verse One: Genius

I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of Dow Jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got Vamp
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame, like Pan Am flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn, the
kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and played look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he should have took out

Chorus:

No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to YOU.. yo

Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to YOU

Verse Two: Genius

It's mandatory that
I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a farm
to get CREAM, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates and other niggaz
plant bombs til the smoke from the blast becomes thick
and flows through all they knew, he's gun sick
His glock clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
some import, catchin ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She died, and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars

Chorus:

Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to YOU

No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to YOU

The peers that come is tight enough
There is no niggaz that's fuckin up
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold, to YOU

The Politics of Death

2008-04-28T22:32:00.001-07:00

I was watching the news and the recent controversy regarding Reverend Wright and his fusillade of recent speeches. I had a multitude of different perspectives to offer. There was the hypocrisy angle in which I could provide online pictures of President Clinton with Reverend Wright. There were images and pictures of the entire Clinton family with Yasser Arafat; including Hillary and Chelsea with their Muslim head wraps. Then, I thought about directing everyone to the www.americanchronicle.com where I had predicted that Hillary would win. This was in the midst of Barack O Mania. My basis for that decision, if you read the article, is simply that Hillary will play the game. I don't really believe that American citizens choose their President unless its by accident. I decided against doing either of these things for two reasons.

One reason was that after I heard Peter Paul's story about Hillary Clinton and how he ended up in a South American prison; I decided to, fuhgeddahboutit. The more important reason is that I remembered something that I have known for quite sometime but for some reason continue to momentarily forget. That is the reality that; if you truly believe the operations on this earthly reality have anything to do with something other than money than you will die a frustrated human being. That is not to say that individuals who base their lives on higher principles such as truth, justice, love, etc. are misinformed. It simply means that if these spiritually ascendant humans ever begin to think that this physical reality will transcend to noble principles of its own accord; they are sadly mistaken.

I believe that no matter what the cause; man shall never elevate the spirituality of earth's human residents. That is because elevation is the least of concerns for those with the earthly power to implement change. That is not to say that a enormous and terrible cataclysm would not effect a significant change. That change, I believe, would be only for the worse as those humans who were barely restraining there bestial nature found themselves with no lawful restrictions would resort to their animalistic base. That being said, it is no surprise that there may possibly be a worldwide conspiracy to enslave humanity in a Orwellian-like robotic existence. Unfortunately for those who may have such a rationale and the power to enact such restrictions; they are the cause of their own problem. If the mighty powers of the wealthy and affluent is not capable of implementing the change they would like to see in humanity; then it is only themselves and their reflections which they are shackling. Soon after their achievement they will begin to devour themselves as there no longer remains any external reflections toward which they can direct their failings.

It is my belief that it is the destiny of the spiritually elevated to graduate from this earthly existence. Perhaps, the analogy of elementary school or high school would be a proper analogy for earthly existence. There are those in college or in grad school that may look at the students of elementary school and wish they could understand physics and know that they have the potential to understand physics. There thoughts and feelings in that regard mean little for earth is an elementary school for human development and no matter what anyone does they will never turn it into college. That is why many of the most elevated and divinely guided experience the most tragic of lives in this reality.

There are elevated masters on this plane who have carved out their own place in the astral planes available in this dimension. There are those capable of influence without obvious movement. In fact, the world is created continually by the thoughts of humanity combined with our earthly destiny and the destiny of our earth. So, once again those mighty kings of earth that hold the common man in disdain must claim responsibility for the destitution of their kingdom. The failings they see reflected are their own shadows. The voids they see in humanities capacities are the dungeons of their own castles. Even their God, Jesus, they created to be a pauper and no body wants to be a pauper.

The one equalizer is death and in that equalizer the options are few for those who have dedicated their life to the acquisition of wealth by any means. When the reaper calls they are helpless. When the winter season of their lives is upon them no amount of money will buy them another spring. Many at that time will choose to repent. Suddenly, the materialistically oriented desire spirituality. They call upon mankind's designated religious figures. These are the same religious figures whose remedies could do nothing to save mankind. However, they have little other choice.

Having lived by the theory of he who dies with the most toys wins they know not where to turn within themselves for remedy. If perhaps they did know wherefore to turn they would find themselves in desolate and long abandoned places. The value of money and possessions depreciates rapidly in light of their wintery decline. They find themselves left only with their memories. That is their price, their penalty. Who they sacrificed. What they sacrificed. Why they sacrificed. How did they treat the people around them. Who did they love? Did they ever give themselves to love? Will they ever get to experience love? The hardest part of all these thoughts is the incessant and nagging realization that its to late to change their past. Others perhaps, gain advance warning of their imminent passing and adopt the better late than never policy of graciousness and generosity. The worst off are those whose minds can no longer deal with the destructive reality they enacted during their journey in this world. Their faculties leave them; for to face the reality of their existence would only manifest a suicidal self loathing. It will be a rude awakening for them all to find themselves reincarnated on earth with greater disadvantages then their previous lives due the miserliness in which they squandered what they were given.

What does it profiteth a man to gain the world and lose his soul? In the end it may be a net net loss. Rare is the human that realizes that the entire purpose of this life is to prepare for ones death. Because death is the true and only king of this earth and all must pay homage unto him; both paupers and princes alike.

The University of Bucca in Iraq Giving Terrorists a Brighter Future.

2008-04-28T14:47:00.001-07:00

I am watching a CNN exclusive called, Winning Over Al Qaeda, Re-educating radical detainees at Camp Bucca in Iraq. Its one of the most hilarious things I have ever seen. Supposedly, "radical" "hard-core Al Qaeda loyalists" terrorists, the ones we don't negotiate with, are being transformed into moderates behind the barbed wire. LOL!

The correspondents actually said that this change is coming about because now, "An imam explains to the detainees they have to respect other people. He also tells them everyone makes mistakes, and it's up to each individual to correct those mistakes. He tells them killing people is wrong and un-Islamic."

I guess somewhere in Camp Bucca, kind of sounds like Sambucca (chilled shots are great), there is a conversation going on like this.

Moderate Imam Wally Cleaver: Hassan, you have to stop blowing up people and shooting people.

Radical Al-Qaeda Terrorist Hassan Beaver Cleaver: ALLAHU AHKBAR!!!!

Moderate Imam Wally Cleaver: Hassan, you have to respect other people.

Radicl Al-Qaeda Terrorist Hassan Beaver Cleaver: They bombed my country. They bombed my village. Half my family is dead!!! We are starving! We have no food, no money, no jobs, no clothes, no life nothing!!! Allahu Ahkbar!!!

Moderate Imam Wally Cleaver: Hassan, everyone makes mistakes. Killing people is un-Islamic.

Radical Al-Qaeda Terrorist Hassan Beaver Cleaver: The Americans have killed a half million of my people.!!! ALLAHU AHKBAR!!!

Moderate Imam Wally Cleaver: Hassan, everyone makes mistakes. It is up to each individual to correct that mistake. Now, what we are going to do is let you take an art class, a English class and a Civics class on Democracy. How does that sound to you?

Radical Al-Qaeda Terrorist Hassan Beaver Cleaver: Well...gee Wally, when you put it like that it makes sense. We shouldn't hurt people. Everyone makes mistakes. Thanks, Wally. Can I go home now?

Moderate Imam Wally Cleaver: Sure Beav, don't worry about it. I used to want to destroy America, too but after the Art classes things started making sense. Now lets get home have some of Mom's meatloaf.

Radical Al-Qaeda Terrorist Hassan Beaver Cleaver: You know Wally...that whole Al-Qaeda thing is kinda dumb.

Moderate Imam Wally Cleaver: I know Beav...lets go home...and get rid of that turban.

Thank you CNN and Wolf Blitzer for this cutting edge insight on terrorist re-education. It just makes me wonder; if we can have such dramatic success re-educating "terrorists" how come we can't re-educate America's huge prison population. Are the tax evader, robber and drug dealer more hard core and set in their ways than Al-Qaeda terrorists? We have to export these revolutionary reeducation methods back to the U.S..

The funniest thing is at the end of the article. It says, "Stone wants Camp Bucca to be the model for three new detention facilities to be built around Iraq closer to detainees' families. They could cost $250 million to build." The re-education program is so successfull that they have to build three more jails. LOL!!! At least there doing it for the right reason, they want the prisoners to be closer to their families.

The icing on the cake is this, "But if Stone's tactics are right, they could also have a significant impact on winning the war in Iraq." If anybody still thinks we are going to win the war in Iraq they are severely misguided. We haven't even won Afghanistan.

"KABUL, Afghanistan (CNN) -- Taliban militants opened fire at a military ceremony in the capital Sunday morning. A lawmaker, tribal leader and 10-year-old child were killed, but President Hamid Karzai escaped unhurt, according to an official and a statement from Karzai's office.

Afghan soldiers run to take up positions after shots were fired during a parade in Kabul on Sunday.

The attack also wounded more than 12 people, including a member of parliament, a Health Ministry official said.

The attack occurred at a Mujahedeen Victory Day ceremony, observing the 16th anniversary of Afghanistan mujahedeen fighters' overthrow of President Mohammad Najibullah's Soviet-backed regime.

Small arms fire erupted as a military band played the Afghan national anthem and as soldiers fired a 21-gun salute with artillery rounds."

That was yesterday. Today we had the following from CNN:

"In a news release issued on Monday, the military said 30 to 40 insurgents attacked five bases in the Korengal valley in Kunar province with small arms, machine guns, rocket-propelled grenades and indirect fire, a reference to mortars and rockets."

Now, if we can just get Wally Cleaver to talk with the Taliban everythings gonna' be alright.

I really don't know how much more of this rubbish I can take before I go from blah blah blogging to pu pu puking.

Spam Taters Butter and Mozzarella

2008-04-28T14:12:00.000-07:00

Yes, what you see in the title is what I had for brunch. It was good, yummy except I undercooked the taters a little bit.... I have to go to the bathroom.

Oh No! It's An Ascot!

2008-04-28T02:04:00.000-07:00

Okay, I spent a significant part of the day trying to add a hit counter to this blog. It was nuts! I think I did it but its invisible. To tell you the truth I'm not sure. I was going to tell you all about it but as I accidentally hit the backpage arrow everything was erased. Who cares, I'm sure it was boring anyway. Now, lets get to the fun stuff.

I got a few things on my mind that I need to discuss. First of all, what does it mean when you see a guy with a unicorn tatooed on their chest. I mean really. WTF! I got some tattoos but what is up with a unicorn. Is that some kind of illuminati secret code for "I got the Big horn!" I have no clue but I keep seeing this guy with a Unicorn on his chest and I am a little scared. Does Fred Jones have a unicorn on his chest?

Okay, fuggedaahboutit. Next, question. Is it possible to have a best friend of the opposite sex? One of my good buddies says it is impossible. I think it is possible. In fact, I have a best friend of the opposite sex. She is a beautiful, tall, long-legged beauty. Recently, because there were visitors staying at her place; she spent 9 nights in a row at my place. Yes, 9. And guess what, we never did it, not one single time. Thats a first for me. I don't know if it is because I am old or mature or if they both mean the same thing but, we excelled at catchin' some Zzzzzz's together. We still love each other to death and I actually have a female BFF. I'm tellin' you that's a first for me. I don't know if I would have ever been able to experience this without making it to 40 and staying single with no kids.

There are alot of benefits to having a female BFF. First of all you will always have that cool, coaxing, satiating feminine vibe around you. To tell the truth a female BFF is alot better on the eyes than a guy. I don't understand why gay guys should have the monopoly on female BFF's. If a guy can manage to have a female BFF a whole new world opens up. I don't even know where to start. You will always be able to get a womens perspective on females which is invaluable especially in times of crisis. You will always have a cool chick to hang out with. If your female BFF is hot its better. The challenge is bigger but its worth it. With a cute BFF you will always meet more beautiful women. Beautiful women see you strolling around with your BFF and they think, "Hey, what kind of magic does he got.". Also, having a female BFF prepares the way for having more female friends. Once you get the concept of not trying to sleep with every beautiful women you come into contact with then you will come into contact with more beautiful women.

There are, of course, challenges with having a female BFF. Obviously, there is going to be some attraction or you two wouldn't be hanging around each other. So, it is critical to keep in mind that you want to keep your BFF in your life for the long run. That makes it easier to avoid a serious relationship. Of course most people my age, 40, are married and there is no way they will ever have a female BFF ever. For them, at this point, it is verboten. I never thought I would have a female BFF but the experience has been valuable. It has opened up and expanded my paraidgm and perception of people as a whole. Basically, it has added a whole dimension to my personality. So, guys and girls, if you get a chance to have a BFF of the opposite sex give it a shot. You learn alot and no matter what happens its worth it. Investing time in the lives of people that give you positivity always pays off regardless of their gender.

Now, what else do I want to talk about? Well, there is the whole SPAM Hawaii thing. But, I don't think your ready for that. Suffice it to say, at one time the word spam was disgusting and odious to my refined senses but now it has become savory for many reasons. If you know what uhu with spam, sesame and mayo means then you know what I mean. It would take SPAM to bring my focus back to the Presidential election. The focal point being Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama.

I find it absolutely hilarious the vigor with which Senator Clinton is going after Barack Obama. Do you think I am wrong? Try to think of one single thing real or fictitious that Hillary hasn't used to attack Barack with. You can't because the much vaunted kitchen sink approach has already been acknowledged by the Clinton campaign with the (was it Truman) quote, "If you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen." On the other hand, let us consider Barack Obama. Has he used all the ammo he has on Hillary Clinton and for that matter Bill Clinton who has become Hillary's overzealous pitbull? I think not. I have heard no mention out of Senator Obama's mouth about the stains on Monica Lewinsky's dress or questions about how Senator Clinton could handle the US at three in the morning without being able to handle her husband in the afternoon. Nor have I heard any mention of Whitewater or the pardoning of Marc Rich. There are endless points upon which Senator Obama has relented. He has been playing the gentlemen and staying above the fray. Actually, he has been looking like what we would expect a US President to look like. We'll see after 8 years of Bush if it makes a difference. It is going to be an interesting finish. I promise you that.

Other than that; I would feel remiss if we didn't discuss cartoons to some degree. There is a Speed Racer movie that has either come out or is about to come out. I wonder if anybody remembers the cartoon. In the cartoon Speed Racer, if I remember correctly, had a pet monkey. Is that right? Did Speed Racer really have a monkey? The answer is yes. Speed Racer had a pet monkey named Chim Chim! For some reason this evokes thought of Michael Jackson and Bubbles. What the heck is white race car driver doing with a monkey/chimp named Chim Chim. The only thing stranger than that is Speed Racer himself. If you look closely at Speed Racer tell me what you see. Stop reading for a second and look at the picture. Do you notice something that he and Fred Jones have in common. Yes! It's that Gotdamn ascot. Its a conspiracy. Whats going on? Is Speed Racer gay, too. Or are Speed Racer and Fred Jones just mutual victims of bad taste in fashion. Because what guy, gay or straight, would ever wear an ascot besides Thurston T. Howell III. This ascot thing is starting to get to me and I am putting out an APB, All Points Bulletin, to my blahers. Report immediately, to this blog, any and all individuals spotted wearing an ascot. We are going to crack this nut one way or another!

Deep Thought For The Day;

Lay down on a flat surface and bite the bottom off of an ice cream cone. Try letting the entire cone drip down through the hole into your mouth. When your finished; what Zen philosphy would you use to mark your achievement?

Blah, Blah, Blogging and Such

2008-04-27T06:14:00.000-07:00

Holy Canoli. I don't know why I like saying that so much. Then I want to throw a "Batman" after it like, "Holy Canoli, Batman". Why? Because, I am weird. I am weird, diverse, hilarious and funny but mostly insane. Not medically insane but the insane that can monologue/soliliquy endlessly about a thing like, "Holy Canoli, Batman!

For instance, one of the other things I thought after I spit out Holy Canoli Batman was, are they a gay a couple? Now, I didn't think about that when I said Holy Canoli because the Holy Canoli was a natural thing, a rhyming thing, a poetic thing of sorts. But, after the Holy Canoli your mind wonders what goes on the end of it. For some reason my mind just attached Batman. Perhaps someone, if they would be so polite, can inform me if Robin ever did utter those words.

Then after writing/uttering Holy Canoli Batman. Somehow, somewhere I remembered reading/hearing that Batman and Robin were a gay couple. Is that true and does this shed new light on the whole Canoli thing? And why, in God's name. am I talking about gay couples in my first Blog for the official Blah, Blah Blog? Before I wander too far off topic (what exactly is the topic) I ask all of you adults; please do not pollute the purity of anymore of my childood television viewership. Next thing you know someone is going tell me that George Jetson was banging Rosie the Robot Maid. Don't even get me started on Scooby Doo, Daphne and the blond guy wearing an ascot.

I mean, think about it. Name the main Scooby Doo characters. We are talking pre-scrappy doo era. (that little runt was annoying) There was Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, and Thelma/Velma? Now, who remembers the blond guys name? Not me. Check this out. The frickin guys name is Fred Jones! What the hell kind of name is that! FRED JONES! Gawd! You know for sure Fred Jones is straight up gay. Look at him. He has a peach colored ascot wrapped around a blue fly away collared white shirt. Not to mention, he has absolutely no interest in Daphne. And, Yo Son! Daphne is fine! I tried to put the picture right below this paragraph but somehow the curse of Scooby Doo erased my entire blog. Then I had check the Auto Save again, quick, before it Auto Saves again and Auto Saves a blank page. You know what I mean? You know what I mean. Enough with the cartoons. This whole Holy Canoli thing has gotten way out of hand.

There is something else I have to say. I started, The Official Blah, Blah, Blog not because I am a blog whore. You may notice I have several different blogs that range from wine tasting to shhhh...top secret to poetry and instead of continuing to list them all I would probably say; you may notice I have several different blogs that range from wine tasting to shhh...top secret to poetry, blah, blah, blah. Now, the only difference between the two sentences is that I saved time by saying blah, blah, blah. Well there is one other difference the first sentence had 4 h's in shhhh and the second sentence had 3 h's. Did you catch that? Anyhoo, blah, blah, blah is Universal. It has a mandate. It is beyond reproach and blah, blah, blah, can only be said by a certain type of person. Those people, the blah, blah, blah people are my kind of people.

I want everyone to try an experiment. No matter where you are, its better if you are at work, get out your cell phone. Now, put the cell phone to your ear. Subtly, get the attention of your nearest co-worker. When they look at you cover your phones mouth piece, roll your eyes and say blah, blah, blah. Or, the next time your Boss is talking at a meeting text your Buddy and say blah, blah, blah. Thats what is so great about blah, blah, blah. Your Boss can't say blah, blah, blah. Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama can't say blah, blah, blah. It's not proper. Although, all they are actually saying is blah, blah, blah. I even have a pair of socks that say blah, blah, blah. I don't know who is going to read them but I will give you a picture. One of my favorite ringtones is blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah is irreverent it doesn't care It is better to be a blah, blaher than a blah, blahee. So now my fellow blah, blahers; I need your help. We are about to go on a secret mission. So shhhh or shhh, whichever you prefer.

When I decide to start this page. I knew that I was going to call it, The Official Blah Blah Blog. I was just sitting on my couch watching the news by myself and the words blah, blah lept from my mouth. It was an Auto Response that I must have had on Auto Save. Anyhoo, I knew that I needed to start a blog although I already had a bunch blogs. I battle with the thought of being called a blog whore or blog slut. However, at my age that may be a compliment. Plus, at my age I really don't care what anyone thinks because, when my critics talk all I hear is blah, blah, blah. Anyhoo, I walked in my room and there was my blah, blah, blah! sock staring me right in my eye. (the sock was strategically placed for the photo) The sock partner had chickened out or had known that it could only be blah, blah, blah! not blah, blah, blah! blah, blah, blah! That would make absolutely no sense. Bottom line is I want to write about anything and everything including unrestrained nonsense and only The Official Blah Blah Blog could do that. That was my first attempt at a title. After that I should have left well enough alone.

Of course, I was a genius getting my page title on the first try. Then I wondered had anyone tried just putting blahblah or blahblahblog. I couldn't leave well enough alone. I had to check. Someone had. I don't remember if one of those or both had been used because I really don't care. My only concern is that when I become rich and famous from The Official Blah, Blah, Blog I don't want to hear any blah, blah, blah. So heres what we are going to do. I am going to do recon on these blahers and see whats up.! You guys hang tight. I'll be right back . . . .

Ok, I went to www.blahblah.blogspot.com. It was scary. All it says is, "MYS Molest Your System" with the name STATIK. Thats it. Nothing else. Zip, zero, zilch. I was going to make a www.catholicchurch.blogspot.com joke but that might cause to much static. Alright, I am going to check www.blahblahblog.blogspot.com ...................................................

OMG, I thought I was a Blog Whore. Someone named Jules has blahblahblog and she has sixteen other blogs and none of them appear to have any meaningful content; if any content at all! Jules has a total of three lines in her blahblahblog and her last entry was 2001. That does it!I am ... (drum roll and horns, please, loud baritone voice)

"THE OFFICIAL BLAH BLAH BLOG" and I have the sock to prove it

I will see everyone tomorrow and I will leave you with this deep parting thought for your consideration.

DPT: For those of you who have ceiling fans over your bed that you leave on while you are sleeping because it feels so good; have you ever wondered if that thing would drop out of the ceiling one night and conk you in the head?