FORMAT

undecided? study more...

Don't forget 2 close your eyes

and hold your nose as you

flip them levers. AND totally

ignore what OBL broadcasted

to the wide werld; he is the

biggest brownest Adipose that

was ever born. I'll bet he doesn't

even send a GET WELL CARD to

Mr. Arafat. i speak apolitically

all=together, of course.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Saturday, 30 October, 2004^

Hey, bud! You're late & you look

like you didn't get enuf schleep.

Crud! You forgot to set back

your chronometers. Bummer.

{the person who has more than

five clox or watches can never be

sure what time it is.}

The more i read these dated=out

computer boox, the more i miss

my late cat. Kitty Shunky! How

the information becomes obsolete

with the passage of just a few

years. [i'm glad i came this late to

the PARTY...] Cadences!

µ µ µ µ µ µ µ µ

Hane has the Mass on way too loud.

But, then, she's quite deaf.

Sunday comes early round these

parts... Shush! Kids! i'm still grading

up my Time Signifiers~and i am like

Totally out of Candy.

Sunday, 31 October, 2004...

Power Interruption! Must be a new

day all=to. Had to reset my TVs by

and by, uncorrected clocks notwith-

standing. {TVs: those hunky dark

boxes that werk way better than

this one.} Would that FOX would

broadcast The Simpsons haunted

episode tonight instead of a week

after Halloween. That was one of

the Advantages of a shortened

Ball=Base season. Never mind.

Lovely day for a Parade.

music: Ted Nugent, Wango=Tango

mood: breezily leafy...

Thot: "i like to read the Slack but

the entry formats are sooo incon-

sistent." ~overheard^

Title: Puzzle Aced

k k k k k k k

study guide:

boox=books, clox=clocks,

BallBase=baseball, enuf=enough,

schleep=sleep, OBL=bin Laden,

Adipose=a fatted behind...

Advise by Comment or e=mail^

mask

assignment...write your own

head=stone...i should live so

long. Just this 1ce, i'll bite.

* *

Resting Here is SlackBack

Mack--a little weird and

out of Whack...

Loved the blogs but called

them Glows; Else=the=of

Nobody knows...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Now, go away before i haunt

you yet again. booooo

title~ Mysteries

mood~ Spirited

music~

thot~ "I cleared my cache and

didn't find a single high explosif."

*

OH! Yeah! Don't forget to set

your clox back on Saterday.

[otherwise my time machine

will quit werking.] Meanwhile,

who's in charge of setting my

putre chronograf back?

Mr. Dell? Mr. Gates? AOL?

This pondres me much. And

what are you gonna do with

that extra hour of darkness?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Friday, 29 October, 2004

Candy! Costumes! Parents!

Walking the streets like

Zombie extortionists. I'm

kidding, of course; i like

this holiday. It's about the

only thing we have left over

from the Pagans/Druids.

Not counting stonehenge.

Plus+, it's one of the rare

times in life one gets to

palaver with the neighbors.

Chocolate!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

hush nau~i'm kandyling the

kinderen... slakinashroud^

LUNACY

title: moon red

thot: "ya gotta love a system where

date=ups are nearly obsolete on the

day they're born And all the really cool

schtuff gets buried in the code."

music: Tom Petty, from cassette...

mood: mildly perturbed

*

Mechanism! The music project

proceeds apace, with obvious glitches

from Hane's boom=box. [circa 1980]

Hey, kids--don't try this at home.^

{i schtill believe magnetic tape is

gonna live=out this InterWeb...}

Would i could say the same about my

paintings...i'm on a minor sabbatical

from the artsy endeavours, but i will

try to posit a scary picture for the

Halloween. [50% promise] ART!

maybe~~Century City^^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

ooops~the media player just

switched 2 the Beatles without my

encouragement; but it's a welcome

ghost. Yep, the 'putre functions as

an excellent personal juke=box.

[read deep my Halloween 2003]

WHICH is to say: Nothing has one to

do with anothre Unless YOU have

already bot the candy 4 the urchins

and have time 2 watch both the Werld

Series & the Lunar Eclipse. Advise me

of both as i schtumble along.

{here's the twist: Imagine the Sox pull

this thing off under the total darkness of

Diana---a sweep would be a fantastic

prediction of Mine, at this late date

And over=more, i would have to follow

the ball=base evermore.} SWAK!

My colours are bleeding! One line to

the next...On the coming Tuesday

Every=one will have to do something

special. Climb out of your complacent

bed & VOTE. [reiteratus: if you don't go

to the polls, you can't kvetch.]

AND there won't be anothre lunar eclipse

until *gasp* Hillary and Colin face off

against the Libertarians. Do not mark my

werds~i have a time=machine. Plus+,

i reside in a swing state but i don't

Swing. moon me over as i try to catch

up 2 the unlimited possibilities^

*with a cloudy nature i reside only upon

this page^ ...slac...

SPOOKY

Ghost in the Machine...

*

Something happened to my

audio=file of "Old Brown Shoe".

[part of my up=load of that

Beatle cassette] It was quite

the strange~with slowing and

bizarre rhythmic alterations...

and repeatable across the

file. Mechanical? Puterific?

OR a Quantum visit from the

slide guitarist formerly known

as George Harrison?

Spooky~the tape never did

that before. Never mind,

i'll figger it out & advise.

[it was both mechanical AND

puterific...]

Halloween! Candy! Boo!

Sunday, 24 October, 2004^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sorry i scared evybody...

but now i'm recording a tape

from Johnny Cash that the

Colonel bot back in 1972.

Maybe when i've got it all done

up 2 the dell, i can mail it out

to the Left Coast and return it

to its rightful owner. [say what

you will about CDs & DVDs,

these old cassettes hold up

remarkably well.]

Werk was not difficult @ all

today; and for a bonus, nephew

JJ was still visiting his grandma.

My visit with him was brief owing

to his travel Northward to the

coal regions. [other Grandma]

It sure is getting cool & dark

round these parts just before

the Ronald Reagan time change.

I should start thinking about

buying candy for the urchins...

and ten other projects to do

before Turkey=Day. Five of

which have something to do with

this computre. I'll get there

eventual. Twas ever Thus^

The chicken soop? She is

all. I would publish a recipe but

it's too simple---cook 2 or 3

breasts, Save. Boil/simmer.

Strip the bones; dice & saute

two onions, two celery stalx.

[the burnishing adds the

flavour.] Cook & add rice or

noodles~whatever is on hand.

Schlurp frequently during cold

season & season 2 taste.

{secret: add spices/Mrs. Dash

toward the end=simmer}

Consume resolutely for 10 days.

Have it there you do^ mmmm

- - - - - - - - boo - - - - -

Chef the slack chiefly but

remember i cook for fun. OR

much that it tastes good. Darn

my culinary amnesia!

*

title: Recordist

mood: funky phat?

music: ZZ Top/Legs [tape]

thot: "what if the Eagles go all

the way? TO the SupreBowl?

Yup. That's a new Century."

*

Monday, October 25, 2004

----additionally schpooky---slac

tape

Saturday, October 23, 2004

title: changing leaves

mood: brisk

music: Beatles, Introducing The

Thot: "How many generations of

media does a recording have to

pass thru before it never goes

out of style?"

-------------

That's^ a pertinent question in

my view; the audio file i am now

creating began life as a Vinyl

album...came to me as a big fat

Reel of tape when i bot the TEAC

6300...which i subsequently

ripped/burned 2 cassette...said

cassette being now transferred to

the Beast of the dingdang dell.

[I count @ least 5 generations

from England to my desk=top.]

That's a long trip for such a

classic Recording! Beatles!

{i have preserved, inadvertently

the pops und clicks from the

original platter~it seems only

right.}

"So--that's why slac has been short

on the bounce these days! He's

loading up tapes to his hard drive.

What a selfish illegitimato!"

What can i say? A boy needs some

audible distraction while he ponders

the Gravity of the Inter=Web thang.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Fair Warning: i also save my fone

messages onto tape & transfer them

to the 'putre; privacy concerns aside,

it makes for Entertaining bumps

around the home=page...if you know

what i mean. Not of good quality but

an historical record nevertheless...

For some=one who occasionally

claims 2 be anti-technology, I do tend

to slither across the media bounds.

Good thing it doesn't interfere with

my semblance of real=life.

* * * * * * *

Colour me conscious~i've been saving

my share of discarded boox.

And we filled up the 'cans' again today

with many trailer=loads of yardage.

The most often questions askt @ werk

are: "When do you close? [today or

for the season]", "Do you werk here?"

AND "Does it matter where i go?"

The first two answers are easy...

i close @ 6 PM today & December 4th

for the year [such as it is]. I AM the

Man you must deal with while You are

on my Especial Yard. I werk here.

The final question is austerely

filosofical. Kinda depends on where

one comes from & where one desires

to go! [in the short form, it matters

little which roll=off anybody uses on

this particular day.] I refrain from

going much deeper into that query

with my regular customers.

{Who really wants to enter into a long

and tedious discussion of Path, Purpose

& Intention with the parish yard=boy?}

Plus+, it's not my job to send people

to places they hadn't yet thot of!

I have enuf trouble standing still.

While~filling five roll=offs...

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Over=more, i got all of tomorro to get

thru with doing the puxxle without

Curly & Shemp, cutting the widow's

lawn...and Heck! Who knows what.

/ball=base, elexion, commentary/

Hey~it's just a thing.

----the Saterday slac-----

BOOX

they's a cold rain a-comin'

OK~it's here. Again

[game over]

It mysifies me much.

EVERYTHING else proceeds apace.

>Insertion Point...

TITLE: antiquarius maximus

MOOD: reflexively reflectif

MUSIC: what's on my hard=drive

THOT: "ponder the small items first

and best...thereafter, the large &

mysterious things will fall into focus

Resolutely."

Chicken soop! With rice yet!

- - - - - -

Deconstruction

is obituated. There are ghosts...

- - - - - -

* slac *

Would that i could run out my

text as far and as fast as things

enter my pages! It would be a

minor miracle on a par with

prescient putre date=ups!

{Bell's investors told him that the

telefonicum would come to no

good use @ all.} Thereyago^

- - - - -

Tuesday, October 19, 2004...

A clean shunky is a happy shunky.

Vote Early! Vote Often! It's gonna

be another squeaker. Thems

that ain't waitin' in line to vote

is waitin' in line for a flu shot.

{Either way, you're gonna get

prickled...} TATCWP

*

i am so behind of Commentary

that any moment now i expect

to pass myself in the Virtual

hall=way. Don't you just hate

when that happens? Wiggling

worm=holes, i sure do.

Anyway, one of the things i do

this time of year is begin to

clean out the slack=shack.

[it must be naked empty by

the time Santa shows up.]

Yet, in this regard, it is a

difficult process as many

books are coming in from the

University Women's charity

sale. That's right~i am full

knotted up in the business of

recycling books. And it's

not like they will be recycled

in the classical sense...they

[ones i don't rescue] will more

than likely end up filling the

land beneath us, as garbage.

{Where are the Antiquarians?!}

As a writer, a reader of boox,

it breaks my heart. But, as an

officer of the Parish, i must

press on in this post=literate

cleansing of libraries. Papers

and magazines are one thing;

boox, quite anothre. OOPS!

There's another shiny axe

hefted high abof my soap=box!

"Hey~that's my ankle."

Up=shot: hug a book today,

it won't live long.

- - - - - - - -

Vernacular?? i barely toucht

her. AND not in her vestibule.

*

i can write good iffen i wants

to~~i jest Be needs a editor.

 

DISHEX

they's a cold rain comin'

*

OK~it's here.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Must be October...they's

like 90 guys running around

trying 2 hit a little sewn up ball

with a shaved branch. Can't be

a real sport if you can carry

your car=keys in your uniform.

Never mind~i will stay out of it.

GO YankSox AstroCards, or

whoever^ Halloween!

* [game over]

Maisie & the Goof will be in

Europe by that time Any=way.

J have mercy on the Europeans!

How does a grandmother of two

and Owner of four (4) cats find

Time to gallavant across the big

pond? It mysifies me much.

[G speed Maisie, AND there will

be fotoes---eventual.]

EVERYTHING else proceeds apace.

At least those concatenations of

Reality which i can be Advised of.

Hane is no less werse of Action

than she thinks or believes.

Which is to say,"Doing pretty good

for an old Lady." And we have

heard nearly nothing bad from any

other Quarter...unless one includes

what They publish in the papers.

{Remember: Freedom of the Press

belongs still & mostly to the owners

of Said presses. Guttenberg(?) did

not own a lap=top.}

>Insertion Point>

i hear tell that Sunday folloes the

day after Friday...

Saturday, October 16, 2004

The Cloud of many Colours~~mine

is a fine Madness---ask any=body.

+ + + + + + + + +

TITLE: briskiness

MOOD: shivery

MUSIC: dire straits

THOT: "Apparently, i have more

blank CDs than music ones...long

live the cassette."

extrapolata---

Chicken soop! As only i can make

it. The Engineer and his boy stoppt

by this after 2 change out Hane's

Airco; Cat poppt in a little later.

[Rocky schtayed @ home to carve a

Pumpkin after a Magic Gathering.]

We host mostly by intelligent

austerity those b'ful relatives who

can keep up with the mind games.

The Eagles won handily~of the ball

base i have already stated that i'll

Believe when it's over that certain

players should not be allowed to

give themselves pedicures in the

out=dug. OR, so i might hear of

such things if i folloed^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

We are assured of the Left Coast

that cousin Kevin is home & well.

He came a few days late but no=one

i know is in charge of scheduling the

Relief of such noble warriors.

Would that it were such~but we will

be Advised by post & pictures.

I hear tell over the radidio that the

Dense docteur of Deconstruction

is funeralised. It does not admit on

my text up to this point. [altho i

bet he is having a grand party with

Richard Avedon.] Was it not myself

who noticed that Greatness was

expiring in Advance of the truly fine

Revolution? Better i should complete

the Sunday puxxle and read less the

Obituary=page. There are ghosts

who poke this filosofer!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

they's a brittle cool that settles

on autumnal pages~

*

NOT here...but some=where.

OK~it's here as well.

17 October, 2004

* slac *

TEXT ALONE

Noise/Music: Bonnie Raitt on my

headfones~EWTN on Hane's TV

Mood: cadentially Appreciatif

Thot: "we could be at the end of

the Werld, considering how many

people are self=absorbed."

Second thot: "this dingdang pooter

is a better Victrola than almost

anything else it does!"

*

TITLE: 2 dreme of cat=food when

Boogerag is a ghostly Memory.

*

I had that othre dreme again last

night---just before i woke up for the

end of the Debate...oh! You all know

the dreme~Typing furiously on the

InterWeb to no=one in particular &

every=one in general. YET, every

werd is cogent & precise.

Justified^

The Waking is werse for me because

my connection lies two flights down.

That is, even if i could put on my

Robe fast enuf & remember just what

it was i was positing so well...

I could not possibly up=dial in time to

change the werld. Frustrata!

Of course, i take solace in the fact

that all my Glowers have had that

Dreme @ one time or another.

{Check Sigmund Freud about the

fantasmagoric dimensions of such

unresolved Action}

*

To think how late i arrife at this

Dimension and lightly prepared for

Consequence. Maybe i was born on

the wrong day in the wrong Year.

OR~Perhaps i was Intended to lag

back of my own slack & don't

Essentially realise it!^

{filosofical advisement}

* * *

It puts me behind of my true purpose

which i have not yet discerned.

DREAM not what i dreamed!

Bounce 2 the good & thread it thru

the life of life. It'll be a Mitzvah

in the season of Ramadan...

WE will be blesst with better

Cognition.

---a wide=spread---dreaming---

*slac*

POSIT/PAUSUS

"Be that as it may and what have you?"

*

My future life will have many less

Containers.

*

GO to sunflower if you want to read

about the latest confluence.

*

GO to dancer if you want to check

out her especial play=acting.

[might take a coupla bounces]

*

What are you watching?

The base=ball OR the debate?

[it's the last debate and too many

important commentators haven't

even been invited...Dean, Clark,

Quayle, North et alia]

DEMOCRACY!

*

Crickets & Stink=bugs!

They took my Rockford Files

off the Air last week and i can't

get my head around it as i cook

my salsa grits & fried eggs.

[Hane has the Masses & Rosary

to watch in the mean=time.]

Change 4 the Sake of it...

*

Title my brevity moody~and there

is music within my mind. The

rest is meditation on the

transformation of Humanity.

Perhaps...

*

Holiday Report

Title: alltogether all=over

Music: 70's rock, of gourse

Mood: contemplatif, hmm

Thot: "if i didn't have this

incredible up=dial, i would be

lost in a far more different way."

Twas ever thus...

*

Who is not surprised that i did

the puzzle perfekt? Never mind.

The farm report: it's been a bad

year for tomatoes, but all too

good for cucumbres & peppers.

And weeds like poison ivy...

[i add them all to my salad]

The bug report: bees are on

the down=slide, but there is an

effulgent propagation of---

Crickets, cicadae and Stink

bugs [my boof is full of 'em.]

Hane almost drowned a cricket

this morning...but we saved his

or her exoskeletal ass by mere

attention. It woke up on a

paper towel and i released it

unto my weedy garden. Then,

Hane nagged me to remove

the poison from the front

schteps... Which i did.

I am so not overcome with

Details! It behinds me much

but i nearly accomplish all that

is Required. There=after, much

might be futurifically remembered.

Such is the nature of action^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I know the difference between

Jean Louisa Kelly and Lolita

Davidovitch...and the subtlety

of Liza Snyder against Holly

Marie Combs. It is observable.

Would that i followed it more

closely than necessary...

{these are also my expecial

girls^} Television!?!

Sunday, October 10, 2004^

Happy Columbus Day---if not

for him, we'd still be Europeans.

In very crowded cities. Two

items point to the veritable

end of the 80s: Afghanistan

held its own election [with

some irregularities]. They

have been at war @ least that

long. And, SUPERMAN has

passed on. Gone too soon~

Christopher Reeve has earned

his wings & can now fly for

real. Still, gone too soon.

*

It was an easy day at werk,

being a Yankee holiday.

[the roll=offs were not

emptied from Saturday.]

Cool & crisp but sunny,

i entertained a small and

loyal contingent of people.

But even if you include my

own two bags of crud,

there's not all that much

yardwerk left to do.

{OK~that's^ a lie. So

sue me.} Hereafter i must

bounce---there be a lotta

things on these Internets.

-------delibly--slac----

Monday, 11 October, 2004.

LOSS

I thot i would Bounce to all the good things,

which i usually do.

Today, i stumbled instead upon a sad story.

Go to scoops and console them.

The link is @ the right>

Life is fragile, brief & bright.

Then, pray & cry, light a candle...

G would strengthen us as we

Glow on.   Believe~and Love

---a mercy on our werld---slac

TEST=ROAD

TITLE: a slick ride...

MOOD: slightly busy

NOISE: [hane tv]

*

The green machine got a full

road test today...and passed with

flying colours.

WE took Hane 2 the doctor and

he was altogether satisfied with

her progress. [Hane, not the car.]

WE dropped off the Matriarch

and continued on to the Widow's

lawn. Which itself was a pretty

easy gig. {i get paid to do her

grass & weeds; i werk on my own

yard sporadically And for the

pure satisfaction of it.} Then,

me and the ghost travelled well

and roundly to the bank, the

farmacy and other places.

SHE runs the good when the

going is important. [That would

be both Hane & the car.] And

gets almost 17 miles to the Gal.

* *

I have heard from the Germanic

contingent...Harry & my sister,

Kay. They just had a vacance

in Tuscany...sharing a Villa with

several friends. There may be

pictures in the future~and i am

only mildly envious of their

Adventure. [NB: for being all

the way across an ocean, they

sounded like they called from

a local fone. Amazing.]

* * *

The Engineer is werking out of

Philly...and holding his own as a

commuter. That is, we pine for

the days when He was employed

by a singular tech=company

rather than travelling to various

assignments on a per job basis.

Never mind~my brother fishes

for werk so much better than me.

AND under these conditions, he

has the option of turning down

schtuff in DANGEROUS locales.

[pick a point on the globe where

the infrastructure is tattered.]

* * * *

i am rambling...yet not as much

as my best & brightest friends.

{hello! especial Glowers! send

me schtuff} Date the Up as the

up2dates arrife...

ramble---ramble---ramble---

a--familial--rambling--slac^

PACEM

merciful mentalities!

i be done lost my essential

demografic! 'at'll learn me

not to dip my toes in the

politicle headwaters.

[they is better pages]

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

There is gonna be an Elexn

this year, but from now the

on---i'll try to glance at the

race askance. With quiet

diffidence perhaps. OR

treating it like any other

schport. [Important only to

those who read the numbers

close.] Frivolity~~bah!

* * * * * * *

i lost another buddy today.

Rodney Dangerfield succumbed

to his health problems on the

cusp of his fourth career as

Elder statesman of American

comedy. He will finally get the

love & RESPECT he sorely sought

in arduous human existence.

[i picture him @ the pearlies

doing three hours of one=liners

for the Gathered ones...and

making Everybody laugh until

the gates open wide.]

Me? i'll just keep doing my best

impression of the man from

Caddyshack. One of my top ten

films of all time. "Do ya get a

bowl of soup with this hat? OH,

but on you it looks good."

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Read me & Exceed me...

The green=ghost takes me to werk

and back on these cool October

days. Cousin Kevin should be

state=side Today, out of the

restive sandbox. G bless his

service to this point and hoping

insurgents over there begin to

realise the futility of subverting

natural national Democracy.

Kindness will breed kindness if

they & we hold strong the ideal.

It can be hoped, all willing.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Regard the Sky!

tomorro i may post another

cavalcade of pictures...

Love the Love,

and Peace upon Peace,

slac

HUMOURESQUE

"Pie! I must have pie!"

~Hane, the unpredictable.

*

Meanwhile, Tuesday night,

somewhere in OHIO---

Referee: Ladies & Gentleman!

Are you ready to rrrummble?

ON your left in the red tie

representing the red states...

The Carolina Pit=bull prosecutor,

John E.! [applause, feinting]

AND on your right in the blue

tie representing the blue states...

The Hellion from Halliburton,

VP Dick C.! [cheers & boos]

Boys, i want a good clean bout

with no Kennedy references and

no remarks about staying the

course. Ready? Break!

John: [i'm gonna kick yer ass...]

Dick: [bring it on hair=boy...]

Ref: first question--Tax cuts?

Dick: Got mine, float all boats

John: Kept most, rest 2 ACLU

audience snarls

Ref: WMDs?

John: No Nukes, no nukes

audience chants

Dick: Saddam's in jail,

we will not fail!

audience doesn't chant

Ref: ooo=kaay--how 'bout that

Soviet Union?

Dick: moving to Democracy,

slowly & cautiously--Vladimir is

cool. Ask my boss.

John: Right. My boss would tell

your boss to stop playin' footsie

with a right=wing idealogue.

Dick: There ya go again~liberals

wanting it both ways. Socialist

bastard...

John: So--stop selling secrets

to those rifle-toting duckhunters

in VodkaLand, Mr. Birch...

extreme tussle on stage as

the cameras bump to Adverts.

[Debate descends into chaos,

and Geraldo Rivera throws a

punch at William F. Buckley.]

---later, the next day...

Republican operatif: Dick, you

took some hits but the Shrub is

unstoppable.

Democratic operatif: John, he

stung you like a bee but we are

way too pretty to lose.

Contenders, soaking in isopropyl:

"OW! Ow! Cut me! Cut me!"

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DISCLAIMER: None of the

aforementioned Real or Created

characters were harmed during the

fictional Re=creation of this

Opinion Piece. Pity that~it might

have been funnier alltogether.

*

It's true! I am lost on the

Event=Horizon of theoretical

physics! {Good thing i own a

time=machine.} The dynamite

prizes have already been handed

out---so, i'll have to wait in line

for the next run. Unless, of

gourse, the Supreme Court tells

me not to Rock the Boat.

[Rock the Vote?] Never mind~

slac is neither doctor/lawyer

until especial Advisement.

YET--always a cosmologist.

Twas ever Thus~

VARIOUS

Title: The many Things

Mood: cloudy like a cloud

Music: my own...

Thot: "i am behind myself much,

but i do look good on the

walkaway..."

Extra thot: "sure---if i had a

billion dollars, i'd be building

a space=plane too."

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spurious content:

Hurricanes subside, but that

Mountain in the West is

unsettled. [Helen is Maisie's

middle name.] Ashy!

*

Monday, October 04, 2004...

Do they have showers in the

after=life? If so, Janet Leigh

will take one and meet up

with Tony Perkins & Hitch.

*

There's going to be a Vice

Presidential debate?! It'll

probly be more fun than the

first Presidential one. Don't

mark my werds. I may posit

something about it tomorro,

or maybe not. Ya never know.

*

No bride is an island...that

wedding in the middle of the

state was almost washed out.

At one point, the hotel where

evybody was staying was

surrounded by impassable

roads. Fortunately, on the

happy day~the waters

receded. It will be a day

the happy couple will remember.

*

Electoral college?? I barely

made it thru Electoral High

school! And i wasn't signed up

for shop even. [Humour]

*

I must thank the Capsizer in

this venue for sending many

pictures of my grand-nephews.

At the beach, no less.

{it's getting a little nippy now

to let them swim---but it is

well 2 note that this side of

the fambly has salt=water AND

chlorine in the blood.}

What did i do for fotoes before

my sister bot me this dingdang

dell? OH! Wait! I had more time

then to do lotsa schtuff unrelated

to the InterWeb! Blessing & a

Curse^ Good fotoes allto.

*

Yes, it's true~at werk i have

salvaged a coupla Dummy boox

from *gasp* the Nineties.

[DOS 4 Dummies & Windows95]

Makes me glad i waited to join

the revolution. Still somewhat

useful, tho...here & there.

*

Subtext? What subtext?

Anagrams & perfect puzzles!

I don't know...mathematical

engines can be such a pain in

a post-Planck universe.

Makes a good radio, though.

Bounce the good bounce...

the slac will be there.

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syllogism

debate, rebate...

probate, reprobate...

And other things.

--------------

This is my advance impression of

the latest TWO Hurricanes to hit

Florida---

Moderator: Welcome, Gentlemen.

[evybody looks around]

Hurricane John: Thank you, Jim.

Hurricane George: Yeah, Thanks.

M: Foreign Policy...England?

G: Tony Blair, personal friend.

J: London, nice town.

M: France?

J: Build a coalition.

G: Don't need 'em.

M: Iraq?

G: Dictator gone...do it again.

J: Morass of a Quagmire of two

morasses...Did i say Viet Nam?

M: Rebuttal, Mr. President?

G: Moving toward Democracy.

M: Senator?

J: Bogged down Quagmire.

M: Korea?

J: I would press for free Elections

in the South, then the North.

G: Colin Powell, diplomacy

against Axis of Evil...talks.

---many sound=bites later---

M: Kind of tree?

G: sturdy oak on the hunt for

terraists, firm and reliable.

J: hawaii banyon, branches

touching roots of consensus.

[car commercial, food ad]

M: What would Jesus drive?

G: Hydrogen Humvee.

J: Non-out-sourced Hybrid.

M: Favorite condiment?

J: catsup OR relish...

G: morasses, I mean molasses

on my Americain baked beans.

M: Good night.

---exit poll of chosen chadhangers---

Audience member: Whiskey Tango

Foxtrot! What was That? I came to

see Ralph Nader.

Thursday, September 30, 2004^

Meanwhile, in the Real werld...

This page is an Open Forum.

And rarely political.

Baseball! Football! Life!

OR none of the above...

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regardless, this Author reserves

the right to Bump incendiary

visitories on spec.

{Hasn't happened much yet,

But ya never know}

I think Socrates would support

me in this~~His speech was so

free that the State forced him

to eat poison! Bless my soul,

i'll try not to get that filosofical.

------under-advisement----

Plus+, it's just a thing.

SO~bounce 2 the othre Glows

already apace & apiece.

The one & only slac