The big two Thousand

     We sure do live in the interesting times.  The California gubernatorial 'race', the Presidential field on the Dem side And the slippery slope of back=pedaling in the current Administration.  Don't get me wrong--i like Don and Condy and Colin...but their bosses at Justice and the Big house are swimming in cloudy waters.  And i think everyone inside the beltway should take a deep breath and look up the word 'Patriot' before they deconstruct the Constitution any much more.  But, that's just me...

     Meanwhile in the Real world: i once said [to myself in print] that,"I know more people that are Dead than i have met."  The original statement was facetious; but now that Greatness is truly behind us, the words have become slightly more prescient.  I noticed the trend a few years ago that famous people were obituating at a good rate.  Not an unexpected fenomenon [intentional misspelling] considering the wideness of reportage and the lowering of the grades of celebrity.  Well--there you go.

     Added thots: There are more people Alive now than there have Ever been!  It's mathematical progression...  I wouldn't be a very good natural filosofer if i did not call attention to that fact.  {every man's Death diminishes me--Dunne}   But as i live i wonder, where are the 900 internet fans who are going to send my hit=counter into the 2K Realm?  It's a small problem in the werld at large for sure...not ego=centered but i must toddle.        [thinking]        Shellac

Will this Chicken Never Die??

Sunday, lazy Sunday.  Mia sorella bellissima is winging her way alla Italia!  Buona fortuna!  ...oh, Maisie, you're cute too--Sposzeba.  Y'all keep me informed.     Hey rocky! Thanks for dropping in...[commentbytypingalllowercasewithout

spacesandeveryonewillknowyouspecial!]  I crack myself up sometimes.  Is there a pill for that?  Lizard, sand=flea, jay=jay, jeffdaddy, and The Capsizer--send me your poor, your tired, your Scathing comments and e=mail!  How else would i know that i am 'special'?

     OOOhh--kkaaaay...it's a "Journal"...i get it.  Hane switches to base=ball and I am full of home-made chicken soup.  I boiled and stripped that bird just like my old man would have--except without leaving Bones in the soup to suffer on the favourite son!  [i laugh] That chicken should be dead and gone by October--one of the advantages of having a Uranium stomach.  [rambling]  I'd give the recipe, but that would spoil my mysterious demeanour--at least regarding poultry.  I really have nothing else on such a lazy sunday; so off to the better Glows i go!       Ciao tutti!  il slacchistimo

Chippery Chipmunks

A better day at the yard for sure...not super crasy like last Saturday.  The weather was iffy--misty drops with sun, big drops for minutes at a time, grey skies mixed in the same time with fluffy blueness.  The stink=bugs were out in force, looking for shelter.  And the spiders were laying for them. Yes, an alltogether pleasant Saturday without a thousand customers; just enough work for an iffy day and the occasional pretty girls.

     Of course, everyone remarked about how early i had come.  It's a holdover from taking the bus instead of the car.  But the car goes good when the pilot uses a light touch on the pedals.

     Meanwhile and strangely--i saw Robert Palmer fifteen years ago [at least] in concert, and George Plimpton quite accidentally in a limo five years ago.  May they rest in peace.  Yet it struck me odd that i had seen both celebs within 20 years--and they passed on about the same time.  For just a moment i thot,"What are the odds/chances of that happening?"  And then i applied cold logic: any one person could see or meet two perfect strangers in their life=time; those two people could live werlds apart and still just happen to expire on the same day.   NO conspiracy here.

     Someday soon, i'll make a list of the many famous people i have seen [at a distance] or met [close up]...from Richard Nixon to Jimmy Carter, from the Ramones to Wayne Newton.  It'd be a long list but ultimately of little account; i'm the most famous person I Know!  Haha!

     megalomania aside...A big slackerific shout=out for the better Glows than mine!  Real people, real lives and me just a local yard=jockey...  Maybe i'll add some Poetry next month--that's always a crowd-pleaser.

     Apologies, jay, of the subject: the chipmunks were especially squeaky Today.  comment of all, i am the vitalistic=slackerbacker             end glow entry

Elemental Synergy

    So I'm like, sitting behind this car at the gas station, and like this middle-aged lady fills up her Camry, y'know  And then she like drives off and i like, pull up to the pump y'know and like the store-girl like asks me, like,"did you pump gas already?"  And i'm like,"No, not yet.", y'know...and so like i follow her into the store and proceed like to like tell them that i was like just Waiting, y'know.             [change of tone] They were very busy and i just needed 10 dollars American of Petrol.  OH--and cigarets.  But i entered an alternate=reality.  The woman ahead of me had surely Inadvertently committed 'theft of service' And i was the perfect Witness.  I have a bad habit of noticing people who cause me ever=slight problems.  So--to the clerk who was operating that Register--i described the Car, the Woman And the License Plate.  The girls behind the desk were noticeably Amazed as i gave them a complete description.  The red-head commented,"We've never got so much information before."  I quietly added,"yeh, kinda remarkable."

     Which has nothing to do with Elemental Synergy.  I merely happened to Notice a lot of stuff; i hope the woman realised her mistake and came back to pay for the Gas.  Otherwise I might hear from the Polizia!!

   And then i got my fuel & cigarets and smoothly, greenly went to werk. [idiosyncratic Spelling]  Werk moderate...life observable.  Chipmunk skittish; author done.  the slack=master Alternativo

Very very brief date=up

It's large and it's brief!  Huzzah!  Green-ghost goes good to Laundromat...gotta go check the other GLOWS!  No--i'm not shouting on the 'net.  Comment early and often 'cos i won't post again until tomorro----probly not so large.  and after all,"Tommorow  is   anothre  day." [Scarlet O'hara]

    In the mean=time, Back at the Ranch, some Unrelated pix.               Slaquedero

And yet more crud...

Well, well.  It's not over yet.  I'm writing now before i peruse the other GLOWS; that way i won't get discouraged about my own lack of cleverness!

     So-----i got up and watched my Barnabas.  He's stuck [kind of] in 1840 and Julia's the big time-tripper.  Hane sat around doing puzzles and sucking up the O2.  Then i added some chicken to Saturday's salad, and some chicken Fat to my leftover grits.  And yes i ate a doughnut with my moka-coffee.  Shaved my face and got ready to go to work.  The green ghost, tap tap VROOM, took me to the mid-point convenience store...Where this big black dude was counting out a passel of ones for Raj [the Indian proprietor--not a stereotype at all].  Long story short: the large and tall customer was none other than Daryl Dawkins, late of the pro basketball and currently a coach of a smaller local semi-pro team.  I know----i know, i shoulda got an autograph like all my star-struck relatives.  But there's a good chance I'll run into him again...

      Meanwhile, I'm a bit of a minor celebrity myself for taking all that yard-waste on Saturday.  Public works had to tamp down my bins before the transport to the County facility; Jim [one of my bosses] was impressed.  And then, today, we filled them all yet again.  Only this time i got a small chance to eat my LUNCH!  The salad anyway...  [now i'm listening to my own music]  ONE would think there'd been a tropical storm or something!

     Enough about me!  Off to put out the Garbage and read the Pent=excellent Glows, then Comedy Central movie[High Fidelity] ...   comment if YOU dare, for i am the overly ambitious crud=collecting     slackman

Utter Madness!

     This is one tired dumpster-monkey.  Everyone in the Township came to drop off stuff and i was so busy directing traffic that i didn't eat lunch--or even listen to the NPR[national public radio].  Trucks & trailers, regulars and stragglers They came...first to fill five roll-offs, then to uberfill them [2PM].  And they kept coming with more and more yard-waste until we Super-uberfilled the bins And you couldn't throw another stick or leaf on top of the mountain of brush and branches.

     The utter madness of all this yard work was caused this year by three factors:  One--it was a really good growing season, lotsa rain and no time to cut...  Two--more rain on weekends than ever, causing the yuppies to put off trimming week after week, altho some regulars did come in the rain...periodically.  And Three--Hurricane/tropical storm Isabel coming through two and a half weeks after Labor Day, thereby clipping and trimming all the Unfinished projects. [hey, if it weren't for Mother Nature, would we do outside work at all?]

     Every muscle in my body aches and every brain cell i had left was wasted on traffic logistics--still, there were no Accidents.  I shoulda had a camera to take a picture of my poor overloaded roll-offs... One cannot say that i stole my paycheck for this week, climbing all over those bins like a madman!

     Meanwhile, off-time, i enjoy reading all the AWOL Glows[blogs] and commenting on the amazing lives of the Authors...Lotsa lotsa Talent out there.  This webthing might catch on.          slack sunday