Monday, November 29, 2004


That was a weekend.

Happy Happy Joy Joy to the Lizard,

a niece far less older than Myself.

Turkey & a new car, yet...


It took us all week to fill up

the roll=offs...sometimes in

twinkling darkness.


There is some post=election

engrungement of issues. But the

state=wide legislators round here

Opted out of pay raises on the eve

of a two month vacation. Now,

speaking as someone who gets an

unpaid long respite, i can almost

sympathise. Almost.

Meanwhile~there is a flat rate

on the toll road. So, while the going

is good, travel long & far to the ends

of the Weal=Common. [altho, for the

best gas prices, you'll still have to

drop into a local venue.] Roll on!

I am being satiric.


Honestly~i once made a fried cheese

sandwich that resembled the Last

Supper...but seeing that the Tomato

soop was simmering so good on that

summer day, it went the way of all

considered consumption. Curse the

Poverty i must now rue & regret!


My dremes are tuned in. Bizarre,

but tuned in. It's the Turkey i suspect.

[Experiment~eat breasts & legs for an

entire year and make note of the

ensuing hallucinations.] Don't forget

the contains a mild form of

lysurgic acid dyethylamide. Or so

i've heard. On the web.


Where in the name of Elizabeth Shue

was i? OH! Yeah...the Slack is firmly

determined not to purchase any item

which depends on 1970's rock music for

its Boomer=trended advertisemente.

[they are too numerous to mention]

Moreover, shouldn't a generation be

outraged {any generation} that their most

precious cultural icons/moments are

subverted to commercial purposes?

Advise the slack who posits a cott=boy

of One. Cleverness aside, Don't we

already have a Museum in Cleveland?

/that's the first & possibly last time that

Clever*...Clevel* would be used in a

threaded sentence/

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notes 2 new Glowers:

1) it is very possible to Write about

nothing in particular for the length of

any given entry.

2) this Author does not adhere to the

above system.

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~it's a throw=off entry^

Friday, November 26, 2004


Stand Down from Alert~

The Dancer is busy with

her students...WE'll hear

from her soon enough.

Patience...and Love.


Friday, November 26, 2004

It was a perfect everybody

full yet? No? Well, here, have anothre

slab of pie! [slice, dollop, slice]

It'll take us a coupla days before the

turkey is strippt enough for the annual

boiling of the bones. I'm all about

making the soop, ultimately.

OH! Yeah~gotta send out gratitudinal

regards to all the people who sent me

GivingThanks Greets. A small but

sincere group of regular Friends...

{What more could one Want?}

It's cold outside but warm within the

cockles. And the Television is

topsy=turvy with special programming.

It is enough to baffle the ordinary mind.

[there should be one or two channels

that don't yank out all the musty dusty

HOLIDAY favourites...foreshadowing

Nothing but the arrival of yet another

November day. I could dreme, no?]

Also---the traffic won't be normal

until Monday morning at the soonest.

SO~drive the careful & considerate

for...HECK, why not the remainder of

And 4? Even our carriages are only

heaping bits of metal careening blobs

of hydroplasm from point A to point B.

Slow down already! The Universe

doesn't care if you shaved twenty

minutes off your remaining sixty=odd

years~she is Eternal and Extant.

Like Hane. Here, help me finish off

this Wing with salt & pepper. And

maybe just a smidge of Gravy.

[grip, chew, schlurp, smack]


flip the flip & bounce the bounce...

Lotsa thankful pages out there.

AND, if there is a reincarnation,

i hope to G i don't come back as an

eleven pound domesticated Fowl!

I so hate being pulled apart and

thrown into a pot=stock. Even if

my pecs were flaky, juicy.



Wednesday, November 24, 2004


Tuesday, 23 November, 2004

What does the Slack do for the

Turkey Day? He cooks a free

11 & 1/2 pound Bird with Hane

screaming in the background.

We'll just let that slide 4 now.


It's really only Tuesday as i

write this...And me & the green

ghost have had quite the work=out.

The bank, the farmacy & then the

Grocery schtore which was filled

with Amazing people who are much

the doing @ leisure what i accomplisht

in half a hour. Excepting, of gourse,

that i forgot the Apple=sauce.

{Not traditional so much as what Hane

craves} Two bogo Pumpkin Pies,

which the Matriarch of one is baking

right now. Hane has the tendency

to rise to the occasion; which is a

beautiful thing to regard, considering

She takes heart meds & breathes

purified Oxygen! To think of all the

dinosaurs she had to kill in the old

days. On dirt roads paved by

Neanderthals, no less.

[facetious & jocular, that^]


Don't mess with the Tigre, for you'll

be torn 17 strips from Sunday.

Then~i unloaded my tank=sedan on

the kitchen floor and had to make

an accounting of all purchases.

It's a management course as we

travel along. Did i mention that i

forgot the Apple=sauce? I've still

got the bite=marks. MeeRoww!

* *

It was almost dark when i went to

the Laundromat. To warsh my jeans

and two of Hane's heavy laden cotton

robes. You know it's the Holiday

season when you have to purge all

the stains outta the Big White Robes.

{Honestly: i don't believe a person is

crippled if they manage to wear

twelve pounds of day=garments.}

Maybe we just have too many clothes.

Never mind~it was dark late & long

to the night when the green=ghost

brang home the cleanliness.

Now, we just have to figger out how

to de=thaw the turkey bird in time

for Thursday. Me? i gotta werk

tomorro & hold the proverbial fort.

Maybe Gary will bring anothre

cheeseburger...It could be hoped

that i will arise brightly to whatever

occurs. Twas ever Thus!

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TITLE: Process...

MOOD: Misty

MUSIC: [A Night At The Opera/TV]

THOT: "If what you put on salad is

called dressing, and what you put

inside doughnuts is called filling,

what the heck is the schtuff you

cram inside the turkey?"


Wednesday, November 24, 2004

I would brine this bird but i don't

live close enuf to the Ocean.

Nevertheless, i will try to remember

as i warsh poor old Tom to take out

the Vitals which reside [in plastic]

within his eviscerated carcass.

Note 4 other cooks: do not feed

these entrails to your pets! It is

a very bad thing all=togethre.

Dang i do miss Julia Child and the

Frugal Gourmet around this time.

Eviscerated carcass?? What am i?

An English Major? Perchance.

Regardless of that, i stole my pay

check the cool fine drizzle.

And rescued yet anothre Vonnegut

book from the recycling toters.

[a collection of granfalloons i don't

remember reading.] Thereyago.

Any=way, cook the good and heart

filled most excellent meal, y'all.

AND if i am not in a whipped topping

and triptophan coma tomorro

evening---maybe i'll post & bounce

all the especial blessings. Or watch

football in the basement while

listening to Vinyl records...

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Monday, November 22, 2004


Alert Level 2...

Station Guarding & Fervent

Stand=By. Carry on.

Mumsy must be in Chrysalis

mode. Which means WE will

be Amazed by her next

Transformation. Advise this

page of Butterflies & else^


November 22, 2004...

John Kennedy was a young

President killed by a nervous

psychopath in Dallas many

years ago. And although much

water has passed under that

bridge, the Event is fixed in the

historic memory. And still affects

an aging generation. Just ask

the Chairman of the Judiciary

committee. OR, anyone who

attended the opening of the

Clinton library. I'm pondering

things that happened while most

of my panties were rubberized.

Never mind~we still grieve of that

horrible occurence. PRAY our lives

today force that violence to the back

water of Human Consciousness.

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Giving Thanks! As i bounce the many

pages i find that most of my peeps are

planning a moderate or lesser Feast.

That's a good thing! Who really needs

to cook a 30 pound turkey for two dozen

people or less? Altho~i'm not going to

fault the great cooks who do it up right

and get raves from all their invited

guests. G bless 'em! And, when everyone

is collapsed on that communal couch,

loosening their belts, sleepily watching the

Ball=Foot Game...Take a slight moment

to remember our ancestors who escaped

Persecution 2 find a New Werld. OR

the far flung soldiers who have sacrificed

more than a leg or wing to safeguard our

Ability to Celebrate. Their blood has paid

for our Gravy. And we are all still fighting

for the Freedom. Pause in prayer as you

battle with your own elders about how

the left=overs should be Refrigerated.

Tomorrow~they might forget you alltogether,

Or fight resolutely 2 stay in their own home

which they made for you. Better yet,

regard the small faces with shining eyes

who believe after such a filling dinner that

"Santa is Coming, tomorrow!"

{even tho, Xmas is a month away}

Remember that you were just as precocious

a child. Their future is open=wide, like

their pupils. Kiss them fervently.

Take a picture~it lasts the long.

And fortunately, the Camera captures all

the subtlety which i have Described.

Beauty, Truth & Gratitude.

The delicious food is also good.

{Enjoy the Day~there's only 364 others}


Thursday, November 18, 2004


Attention! Attencione!

Achtung! Alert @ length!

Awaken all Angels...


Shut off the Radio & TV

unless there is a real Amber

Alert. This is NOT a test of

the InterGlow; it is a Mumsy Alert.

Where in the Devil's

half=acre is my especial

companion?? My teacher,

my friend, my bosom third

Mother?! Advise, Advise^^


Call to Action~use all the

resources @ your command

to find the answers. WE,

all of us Love her so.

Receive & Send, bounce and

concatenate, IMP & E=Mail...

Advise the Slack of all found

things! Reply & Replenish @

all hours. Pray constantly as

well~of good and perfect things.

Awaken all the Angels!

Courage, Mercy & Perseverance.

More=over, goto Dancer @ the

top of my Glow=list And bounce

her many sites leaving brief

comments like breadcrumbs...

good, bad, impertinent. The

following explanations will be


* Long Vacation

* Change of Provider

* The computre Exploded

* Life=changing Experience

* The cats ate my Internet

So go already & find the good

news of merelyp/cyberdancer/

mumsy! And respondere tout

suite at my e=mail. Yes, you.

November 20, 2004^


Tuesday, November 16, 2004


Leaves to gutter...

cranberry juice acquired;

sister is sleeping.




i swear i didn't know there

was a difference between

William Bendix and Frank

Faylen. Live & learn.

* the deep

or bounce to better pages.

{i hear Flo is up 2 something}

^This is the short report.

Yet, of gourse, i rain auspicious

comments on all @ length like

a Wide Knight, a fluffy Cloud

OR the quiet reflectif sound of

bells on Slack in the solar wind.


rise oh angels!


Saturday, November 13, 2004


Saturday, November 13, 2004...

Music: ZZTop

Mood: Facetious

Thot: "what a vast wilderness is the

unencumbered mind! Until, of course

that mind sits down at a computer.

Then she enters Hellish dimensions of

QWERTY/logs & protocols, programs

and convoluted strings of what?"

Title: Werking on one...


Here's the funny schtuff, with apologies

to Mel Brooks and others:

Somewhere on the desert frontier of

a military installation, Colonel Slim Pickens

rides up on a Humvee to review a tentful

of beleaguered Special Force troops and

its catch of enemy combatants.

Interrogator David Huddleston greets

his Commanding officer...

Interrogator/Major: Jeepers, Colonel, but

these boys don't know any good old werk fact, we can't understand a word

most of 'em say at all.

Colonel Taggert/Pickens: Crud! I send you

grunts out here to reconnoiter and subdue

a gang of Insurgents, not dance around like

a bunch of Texas Airmen campaigning for

their Daddy! I am Depressed.

Major: How 'bout i frag one of these...

Colonel: Sheet! We ain't got time for that

and there is that danged Geneva Convention.

Listen, we got a quagmire up yonder and I

just want you to load some of these skulls on

an ox=cart and make 'em lead the next

convoy. Carry on.

[the late Slim Pickens departs the scene]

Shortly, the Interrogator enters a sandy tent

and comes face to face with a local soldier of

the urbanite Arabic resembler

of the late Cleavon Little.

Major: What have we here? Near as i can

tell, you is the only Combitant 'round these parts

that carries a Wallet...[quotes a License which

reads:] Bart...Habib, al, al~booba...I cain't read

this! Y'all got too many names! I'll jest call you

Habib for now...

Habib: Thanks ya suh! Wouldya like to play a

nice game of Chess?

Major: Homey don't play dat~why don't you just

explain all them cards in that Wallet?

Habib: [placing cards on a makeshift table]

Well, suh, dis here is my foreign fighter card

endorsed and validated in eight countries...

And dat one is my terrorist membership card

from Hamas or Hezbollah, jes the kind of thing

we all get on our tenth birthday---but they don't

wanna hear back from me until I makes a tape

or something...

Major: [glancing at the card] There ain't no

return address on this card!

Habib: Like i just said~return letters to the

Home office in case of self=immolation...

Major: This looks important~a plastic card

from the jerknoid we done caught in a spider

hole a few months back...I could shoot you for

having this on spec!

Habib: Mercy, no---that's be just a Saddam

Loyalty oath, and Massah, she ain't been

notarearised since 1999; Ossifer, Habib do

promise that iffen You hadn't frocefully invaded

this here Dicktatorship, I swear I was gonna

throw dat one away.

Major: And what is this?! [crumpled paper]

Habib: Naturally, that's my Application for the

Florida flight school---I missed Everything but

Date of Birth.

Major: Allright, buddy, I guess I can just put you

on the Oxcart to our next objective...without this

Wallet. Fall out, butthead.

[the Major & Habib approach the doomed

transport to the next objective]

Habib: Excuse me, boss, but i believe the

Colonel wanted only Insurgents on this trip;

Tell a family secret *whispers* great

grandmother was Jewish.

Major: GIT on that oxcart!!


[readers may correct the entire text]

It was a globo=political ponderance of

current Circumstance...And more=over

it might not be that funny.


Friday, November 12, 2004



as a far tide...


So i was just mulling over this Elexn

thing which just happened and

decided to glance sidewise at the

Results. Some of the Republican

operatives attempted to point out

that more Americans voted for

this President than any in history.

My first visceral response was,

Genius! There are just plain more

of us now than ever. Geometry!

But i think they were trying to back

up the ephemeral Mandate thing.

With an implied message that more

Americans voted for our candidate

than any other historical figure.

I'm sure they meant to really say that

more Americans voted in the Race

for President overall. [again, because

there were more voters & more people

mathematically speaking.]

Hang with me for a minute while i try

to fashion a corrective/correctable

cursive Analysis...The final numbers

may not bear out my Process but here


In 1984, Ronald Reagan won a landslide

re=election. He carried 49 states in the

general Election and 525 Electoral Votes.

Of the Popular vote, President Reagan

had 54,455,075 ardent supporters.

(That's almost fifty-five Million people

who thought Dutch was their Man~i was

not among that group.) This was an

Historic event to be sure. More=over it's

a nice looking number allto. [Divide 525

into 54455075 for more interest]

As i said, i'll be glad to be corrected by

the actual 2004 numbers...but since

everyone today is playing Poker, i will

just point out that a LANDSLIDE beats a

MANDATE which beats a PLURALITY which

trumps any Election thrown into the Supreme

Court OR into the House of Representatives

or Senate. For more on unusual elections,

simply read an Almanac. {i am such a nerd.}

Proviso: anyone who voted in 2004 can

comment to this Analysis; evybody else should

quit kvetching and Register for the next


Friday, 12 November, 2004


Tomorrow, or shortly there=the=after, i'll be

especially humourous...or something.

~slacbacalmanacmac, the pondiferouscloud

of slacamathematical enigmas on the InterWeb

Thingy^ advise mit smooches^^>>

Thursday, November 11, 2004


11-11-18 End of Hostilities in the

War to End All Wars. Armistice!


There are no atheists in foxholes.

But there are still Princes and

Principalities. Sad to say...


They shall beat their Swords into

Plowshares. And practice the Art

of War no more.


Love & Bless the Veterans; they

have seen the worst of Humankind.

To a person they dislike being called

Heroes. Rather, many say,"Those

are the Heroes which did not return."

And they safeguarded the Freedom

that Pacifists enjoy.


Happiness is a Homeland.

Santayana said,"Those who do not

learn from the past are condemned to

repeat it." And repeat and repeat...

Someone also said,"Love thine enemies

and Pray for those who persecute you."

Only 2 millennia have passed and we

still wonder what exactly that guy was

talking about. History as Mystery

considering they nailed him to a large

piece of lumber.


And what of Lazarus, who came to be

rescued from the grip of Death, only to be

slaughtered around the same time by

the first target assassins? His opinion of

the afterlife is unrecorded. Our loss.


Pardon my austere & despondent reading

of the Holy Day; my Honour and Dignity

accrues to all the fallen Soldiers. From

today until forever. And it is all i can

rain on them until my own passing....

My salty tears of Natural sacrifice.

Eternal Gratitude. [play Taps]


Of blood & late Justice, the headlines

read: Arafat dies

And so, with apologies to the Editors of

many future crosswerd puzzles, i submit

And acquiesce the following anagrams:

1) Sadat Afire

2) A Fear Staid

3) A Strafe Aid

4) I Fade A Star

5) Strife, Daaa...

Readers may submit the remainder, but

remember there are 3 a's in the

axipuntal headline^

Mercy on his widow who should exert

the Peace...


Bibliography: Mother Night by

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. so it goes...

Tuesday, November 9, 2004



And they have Howard Keel to serenade them. I hope

Bert had a real nice send-off. I'm sorry i missed it.


Tuesday, 09 November, 2004

Title: Bright Sky, Cold wind...

Mood: Spacey

Music: [wait, i'll pop in a cd]

Movie Quote: "You're suffering from a Brain Cloud."

~Robert Stack, Joe Versus The Volcano


Venice! Prague! The Black Forest! Aside from the

sadness, Maisie did the Europe thing with her husband

and sister. And Harry, of course. Would that such

grand tours lasted a long time instead of being brief.

[i myself spent a month in Hawaii & six weeks in Italy,

but i was just a pimply pissant poet. Ask anybody.]

These and other pictures will have to wait until i sign

a contract with the boys from Rochester. Meanwhile,

Hane's gorgeous sister called and we catched each

other up on all the news, both good and bad. She is

my special Angel. Come to think, our shared news

was 87% to the good. Isn't that as much as one can

expect in the current Epoch? I'll agree with myself

without being rhetorical. And smooch all my aunts &

girl cousins while i'm at it. Twas ever thus^

Yep~the 'putre can sometimes make a good Radio.

Kind of a juke=box/boom=box without all the rifling

thru albums & tapes [both Reel & cassette]. And if

i had a sharp mind, i could Paint while i'm listening.

Things i would never consider while deserted on an

island. {It was John Dunne who said,"No man is an

island." It was Dominique Dunn who screamed,

"What's Happening??!" } Ain't technology cool?

Advise @ length, 'cause i have gaps in my memory

concerning such matters. Love my kids...

i gotta schweep leaves offa the side=walk.

LOOK! The sun is Brilliant! Grab the Rays.

Sweepingly yours, the ineffable Slackster^

Sunday, November 7, 2004


There is some sad news...

Granpa Lou lost his mother on

Halloween, while he and Maisie

were having a grand time.

Bertha was a grand old girl of

Ninety-Three...And she met both

of her great grandchildren. She

spent her declining years in a

nursing home But even with a

dimming memory, Bert practically

ran the place. G bless her on her

beauteous journey. Heaven.


My sister-in-law, Cat, had the

ignominious obligation on Thursday

of putting down the Bassett Hound.

If i had to love a devoted canine,

Boo=Boo was my girlfriend. At

five & a half years with troubled

bones, she was a dog among dogs.

NOW, Bertha has a companion in

the self=same Heaven where Love,

Devotion and Virtue are rewarded.

[would that i did not have to wait

sixty years 2 go there.] Woof!


Sunday, November 07, 2004

Who will console me?

Who will deliver me from this brief

darkness AND patch my wounds?

Who shall set a bright sun in the

high place above Falluja & Baghdad?

How many Names must we invoke

during this time of trial? Answer me,

oh indifferent Sky!

* * *

Wait! It is my name which calls for

Peace & consoles the afflicted.

All the burning prayers rise through me.

Imagine the beginning there^

Greater Wisdom may accrue...

To Perfect sympathy i submit.

And, Heaven will come


Friday, November 5, 2004


This principality went Blue.

Maybe we're too close to Philly

AND New York. Never mind, it's

just an observation.

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I so want to hear from all the new

young fresh first-time voters about

how they feel now about the whole

process. And not because i'm Youth

obsessed or trolling for comments.

For win or lose, they did join the club

and i wonder if they had a good enuf

time to do it again in six months or

a year when the stakes are a little

lower. What?! i can't have an open

question in an open forum about

unsolicited results & opinions?

Consider it rhetorical^

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Advance Apologia/Commiserati...

if i left any snarky comments on your

site, delete @ will. I try to schtay

apolitical & non=activist [which is why

the Judiciary Committee has me on

speed-dial...Heavens forfend a spot

opens up.] Once again~Never mind,

i'm just casting out nines. It's a math

thing. Mea Maxima culpa

* * * * *

"What does slack really think?

I mean like he's seen everything from

Sputnik to the reshuffling of the PLO.

Honestly, what's the up?"

Quick Answer: The up of what's up is

that i like to meditate & cogitate on all

historical problems until they lose both

meaning & significance. Then i ignore

them until they repeat. Somehow, this

process enriches my dreams. Reality

and Consciousness continue to interact

with energy & voice until the extremes

moderate and mitigate their own

importance. {THIS is not a wholly

defensible filosofical position---but it

werks finely for me over=all}

"That's a quick answer?"

Hane is schneezing and i must attend to

that if i wish to live. Shorter answer:

Use your mind to do the best and

briefest thing~but don't be surprised if

that thing comes back to bite you on the

gluteus maximus. OR not.

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Bored yet? Bounce all my girls and

write your Senator/Congressperson...

YOU just Fleegle elected them!


read me & exceed me~ 1Vote slack^

Friday, November 05, 2004^

Wednesday, November 3, 2004


Ah...the Sweet Smell of Democracy.

You'll have to trust me that i am

writing this entry in real time,

because i'll probably post it late.

[i don't want to screw up the


Tuesday, November 02, 2004

16:13:37 That'll teach me to get

up early in the morning only to

wait in line in the afternoon.

That is, for the first time in more

than a decade, it took me an Hour

to Vote. Well, to tell the truth, it

only took me the usual minute;

it took me 59 minutes to get to

the machine. I am encouraged

that so many youngsters came out

from the local college to participate

for the first time. Such cute little

boys and girls! And so well dressed!

I also stood on line with two older

SuperVoters...a football coach from

the same college with a hip-brace,

and a petite trench-coated woman

from the old folks' apartments. My

friends, the poll workers, were doing

the usual admirable job in the crunch

they were not expecting. G bless 'em,

they only have to keep working until

10 PM or so. [counting all those votes]

Australian ballot! Secret ballot!

Hey, bud~i would tell the Westerners

not to pay attention to what we did

here in the East...but they've never

listened to me before AND i won't post

this until tomorrow anyway. HA!

Maybe, just maybe, by next Tuesday

we'll know the results of the outcome.

{Peerless Optimism sans Lawyers^}

06:07:38 PM... Hane wakes up way late

and pulls the cripple card. Thanks to

my especial neighbors, Hane gets to

Vote way faster than me. I'll have to

remember to take an O2 tank & a walker

to my next Election. I am so jaded and

ironic. Walk by miracle! Ahead of 50

college students! {Such a line i won't

see next year.} Age & rank privelegius.

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1) Smarty Jones will win 66% of races.

2) the Boston Red Sox will somehow beat

the Yankees.

3) Islamists will turn the American election

to their advantage.

4) Lawyers will profit, resolutely.

5) Blogs/Glows may have an Impact.

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Wow! That was quick, and merciful.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

6:34:05 PM... {i'm posting in purple

because a few states did split between

red & blue} OHIO is the new Florida.

Or was briefly. And that's all i got.

Good turnout, though...

Now back to my house for some wine

und spongecake...[pop] To the

Lumberyard! lata


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