Sunday, December 29, 2013

Extrapolation on a Dream

So it all started out at Old Mike's place.  It was kinda a dump  -  redneck paradise, if you know what I mean  -  but there were a lot of cute girls hanging around outside, so I figured what the heck, I'll give it a shot.  We wandered around outside for a bit, checking out bits of this and pieces of that, (what a mess!), then headed inside.  We wandered through one trailer, then went out into a courtyard type arrangement.  Trailers were all around us, and Old Mike had improvised some sort of roof.  (A tarp maybe?)

Well everyone had raved about what a great time they had at Mike's, but this looked like the pits to me.  There was just a bunch of old furniture situated around a tiny TV set, all of which sat on a dirty old rug.  Hardly anyone was there.  Some old guy I didn't know told me that the best seat was on the sofa, so I sat myself down there, and tried to watch TV.

It was boring.  Boring and uncomfortable, because I had to strain to even make out what was on the TV set.  So when Keith came over, I was less on guard than normal.

Keith is ... well, Keith is a slimy jerk.  Used car salesman in training, if you know what I mean.  He's one of those guys who will slide up to you, all buddy-buddy like, and then scat, leaving you holding the bag, or talk you into doing some dangerous, unethical thing for which he will later deny all knowledge.

Keith was dressed in full disco-boy regalia.  He told me they were all going to a club called "No-Nos", and invited us to come along.  I wasn't too thrilled with the idea, as I HATE nightclubs, but it was better than sitting bored in Old Mike's pseudo-living room.

I didn't even know where No-Nos was located.  Keith said it was just off Riverside, towards town, just past the intersection with Six Forks.  Expecting the worse, my wife and I said goodbye to Old Mike, went outside, got in our car and drove off,

No-Nos was every bit as horrid as I expected.  It was kinda like Taboo, in Columbia, SC, only louder, darker, and more creepy.  We didn't stay very long!  I later learned that there are "private rooms" for couples in the back, where, (for lack of a better word), penetrations of all varieties take place.  The only rule is that each room can accommodate only two people,  (Gender is irrelevant, I suppose.)  The idea is that, after "dancing" with someone, (if you can call close quarters rubbing dancing!), you are both sufficiently hot-and-bothered to head off into a private space together, current significant other be damned!

I can envision three possible scenarios to a No-Nos visit.  (Modify gender as appropriate to match your situation.)

1. Your lady dances, is invited to a private room, gets disgusted, and leaves.

2. Your lady dances, is invited to a private room, participates briefly, realizes she is out-of-line, then gets out of there in a hurry!

3. Your lady dances, is invited to a private room, participates, and has a great time, thinking about you only later, when she needs a ride home.

Monday, December 16, 2013

I Know It Can Be Done

Despite all the complete and utter bullshit out there about, "earning easy money on the Internet", I know for a fact that you can make money with an online business, as a friend of mine is doing exactly that.

Now it ain't quick, and it ain't easy, but it can be done.

You have to devote time and effort to it, and treat it like a JOB, not a HOBBY.  If, like me, you just want to piddle around and post whimsical articles online, that's okay too.  Just don't expect to make a fortune overnight!

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Why the Drama?

I guess any endeavor involving humans is going to have it, but when I started writing online for cash, (pennies maybe, but it's still cash!), I wasn't expecting all the drama.  From sites that don't pay, to editors getting snitty and eventually quitting, it's been quite the tempest in the teapot.

As things stand right now, I write for three sites that are all owned by the same guy:  FoK, PAA, and EP.  So far, so good: Aaron has remained level-headed and runs his sites with a huge degree of transparency.  But it is a risk having all my eggs in one basket, so to speak.  Should Aaron ever pull a Bubblews stunt and stop paying, I'll be left out in the cold.

Some Great Articles on FullofKnowledge

I recently came across some very well written articles on . They are by a guy called, "Curt Smothers", and many of them are about military history, which I find fascinating.

This is the url:  .  Check it out!  I don't think you'll be disappointed.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Our "Deer Buffet"

We tried to grow a vegetable garden this past summer here in central Georgia.  Despite our total lack of preparation, or experience in this climate, it was coming along fairly well, until THEY found it.  THEY are, of course, the accursed deer.

They munched nearly everything to the ground.  They chewed ALL the leaves off the okra plants, (leaving a few pods, just to taunt me, I suppose); they annihilated the kamote, (sweet potato), vines; they stepped on, squashed, and just plain damaged the bitter melon vines; they chewed the tomato plants to bare stubs; they munched away on the eggplant and green pepper plants until there was almost nothing left, and what they did not eat from the squash vines they simply squashed!

They did all this, but were careful not to disturb the kudzu or poison ivy!

About the only plants they did not consume were members of the mint family, (or at least plants that I believe are members of the mint family): basil, anise hyssop, and spearmint.  Oh, and onions.  They don't appear to enjoy munching on onions.

I HATE DEER!  The best way to control these vermin would be to shoot them, but, alas, there is an elementary school behind us, and firing a gun in such a setting would take an act of such extreme redneck stupidity that even I could not do it.

The next best solution is a tall privacy fence.  That, unfortunately, takes more cash than we have on hand at the moment, and our budget is in such a state of disarray that we will probably not be able to afford it for the foreseeable future.

I guess this means we'll be growing a lot of onions, basil, anise hyssop, and spearmint next year.  Or at least kudzu and poison ivy!

So Which Are You?

So which are you, a migrant prefixed with "e", or a migrant prefixed with "i"?  Just watch where you go in life, or you may discover someone has probed you with a tube!

"Oh nonsense!", you reply.  "You're just full of your usual craziness, arph."

To which I respond, "Oh yeah?"

Monday, July 8, 2013

Making Money Online!

Shared revenue: how to do it. (I didn't write this article, so you know it's good!)

Make money online: the truth.  (Another article I did not write.)

This is me.  I can't guarantee you'll enjoy or learn anything from my articles, but at least you won't be bored!

By the way, it looks like the Bubble is finally going to pop.  Bummer!  I enjoyed that site while it was legit.

Saturday, June 1, 2013


Snakes, snakes, snakes!  Crawling, slithering, laying in the sun, waiting for an ankle to bite!

When all is said and done, snakes will be snakes.  It's the order of things.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Speak, or Keep It Shut?

To speak, or not to speak.  That is the question.

And why is so much blather on the internet that is being passed off as "content" really just thinly concealed marketing?

And would a link back to its originating post send the internet into an irrecoverable loop?

Friday, May 3, 2013

Sunday, April 28, 2013

I Try to Write, While .......

I try to write while my dear wife sits next to me, and pokes me in the ear with her finger.  Meanwhile the little dude, (four years old), is fussing for me to get out the Play-Doh, and play with him.  And this makes my wife laugh.

How do people ever work from home?  There are just so many distractions.  "You're gonna fall!" my wife suddenly shouts out to my son, while spontaneously he starts singing, "Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout ..."

Bye-bye now.  It's Play-Doh time!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Plan

The plan is to hang in there as long as I can, putting up with the bastard's crap until they finally fire me. And then ....... try to make money online full time!

Doable?  Maybe.  Easy?  Hell no!!

I've been posting at Bubblews for the past several weeks, (some of these blog entries I also posted there - I hope they don't accuse me of plagarising myself!), and have accumulated about $13.00 .  Not enough to raise our standard of living, for sure, but a start.  Every business has to start somewhere!

To hell with bureaucracies!  Free your mind!  Work for yourself on the internet!  (And, hopefully, also earn enough to eat sometimes!)

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

When I'm Old

When I’m Old   (originally posted by us on Bubblews)

(Everyone should have the goal of living long enough to be a problem to succeeding generations.)

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna drive slowly in the passing lane.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna smell bad.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna be crotchety and grumpy and just plain irritable.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna tell young folk how easy they have it, compared to when I was growing up.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna go to fast food restaurants during the busy lunch hour, take forever to place my order, and loudly complain if I don’t get a senior discount.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna vote early, (and often), for those candidates who promise to give me the most free goodies.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna listen to out-of-fashion music at very loud volumes.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna wear my pants up around my waist.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna stroll around the neighborhood in short shorts, showing off my lumpy, varicose veined, partially haired legs.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna fart a lot.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna harass waitresses.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna take out my teeth in public.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna visit a doctor three times a week, (provided medicare is paying for all this, of course!).

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna complain about the weather.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna drink prune juice daily.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna say that sex was no big deal.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna snore in church.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna use a minimum of two parking spots when parking my car.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna wear ugly orthopedic shoes.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna scare little kids on Halloween.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna have terribly bad breath, and brown teeth.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna have ugly looking bruises that are actually faded tattoos.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna forget anything that didn’t happen at least 15 years ago.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna throw rocks at your cat.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna pee on myself.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna tell everyone that everything is just going to hell.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna lose my car keys, house keys, wallet, social security card, and senior discount cards.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna get lost going home at least once a week.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna forget to take my medications.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna forget who You are.

When I’m old ........ I’m gonna move in with YOU!  You’ll just have to deal with it.

ClickBank link of the Day: Organic Vegetable Gardening

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Echoes from the Archives of Oblivion

(Originally posted by us here.)

Echoes from the Archives of Oblivion

If you knew that everything you ever did would amount to nothing, would you still do the things you do?

If you knew that all the words you wrote, the songs you sung, the smiles and hugs you gave, the flowers you planted, the bridges and houses you built, the money you saved, the pictures you painted, drew, or captured on your camera, in effect, everything that was associated with you, would be forever obliterated in a few moments, what would you do?  Would you change your behavior?

What if all the lies you told, the hurts and bad-feelings you caused, the cheating and stealing, the broken hearts and/or broken bones, the damages you caused to the property of others, in effect, everything bad and evil that was associated with you, would be forever obliterated in a few moments, what would you do?  Would you change your behavior?

Does it change your point-of-view when the obliteration of all that you are is presented as an elimination of the bad things you do?

If nothing we do persists, if nothing we do outlives our brief lives, then does it really matter what we do?  Should we all just become amoral, doing that which pleases our sensual animal bodies, living for today?  Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die?

Phred says, “The key to life is sincerity.  Once you can fake that, you’ve got it made!”  (I think Phred is just harassing me, because he usually doesn’t say things this stupid!  One of the benefits of being imaginary, I suppose.)

Personally I can’t live as if nothing I do matters.  With close to absolute certainty I can state that I may never know what the “meaning of life" is, but with equal absolute certainty I can state that life most assuredly has a meaning.  My universe can not exist without a meaning for its existence.

So I continue to plod on, writing words that no one may ever read, spilling blood, sweat, and tears into the bottomless well of an eternal void.  (Okay, no blood, sweat and tears.  However, sometimes my butt gets sore from sitting in this chair while I type.)  But like a subatomic particle that may randomly, spontaneously “pop” into creation outside the event horizon of a black hole, providing a way, however pitifully miniscule, for matter to escape the crushing gravity, so too may the efforts of all of us transcend our pitifully miniscule human existence, and flash into being in a way none of us can imagine.

ClickBank link of the day:  Living on a Dime.

Verbiage for 31/March/2013

March marches to a close, and I am still NOT emperor of the universe!  Drat!  Life’s not fair!

I haven't made a cent from this blog.  I am wondering if a gardening blog/webpage will work better.  Phred grows anxiously for his new bowl, and I haven’t even earned him a penny yet!  Poor guy!  His current bowl is rather tiny.

Promoting clickbank links somehow seems “dirty”.  I guess all market somehow seems “dirty”, (GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!), but I guess I have to get over it if I’m going to make money on the internet, because all online businesses seem to mostly involve marketing.

I’m exhausted from all the work I did in the yard yesterday, but it is a (mostly) good exhaustion.  It is a wonderful feeling to work with living things.  You feel in some tiny way that you are promoting the continuance of life on this planet.

I wonder how people will react when I tell them I am channeling the wishes/desires and alleged wisdom of an imaginary fish?  What sense of self is “real”, and what sense of self is “imaginary” anyway?  We have a different perception of ourselves than everyone else.  In fact, I bet that if you took 100 people you know, and had them come up with a description of you, (physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, ethical), you would get 100 different descriptions.  Now here is what is really creepy ....... if you had these same 100 people create descriptions 10 years ago, descriptions today, then descriptions 10 years from now, you would probably have close to 300 unique descriptions!  Our self changes with time.

What is a “soul” anyway, that alleged immortal part of us?  When I was younger, and asked about my soul, I would often reply I had two “soles”, and point to the bottom of my feet.  (Ha, ha ...... )  Do we really have a soul?  If so, what is it?  Certainly not our personality.  That can be altered by what experiences, drugs, accidents, etc.  Personality is certainly not immortal!

Oh my ......... my wife is hollering at me to stop playing on the computer and get ready for church.  We all have priorities in life, and right now I have a higher priority than typing in my daily gibberish.  (Silly woman!  What could be more important than filling up the internet with nonsense?)

Hasta la pasta!  May good fortune and happiness come your way!

ClickBank link of the day:  37 Foods for a Disaster.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Sonnet XII: I did but Prompt the Age to Quit their Clogs

A little bit of Milton to pass the day:

Sonnet XII: I did but Prompt the Age to Quit their Clogs
by John Milton

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
       By the known rules of ancient liberty,
       When straight a barbarous noise environs me
       Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs:
As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs
       Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny
       Which after held the sun and moon in fee.
       But this is got by casting pearl to hogs,
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,
       And still revolt when truth would set them free.
       Licence they mean when they cry liberty;
For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
       But from that mark how far they rove we see,
       For all this waste of wealth and loss of blood.

He may have been a bit of a prig and more than a little self-righteous, (I don't know - I never met the man), but John was certainly no dummy.  His assessment of the "human condition" seems spot on now, just as it was centuries ago, and will probably continue to be, as long as there continue to be humans.  

Friday, March 8, 2013

Crazy stuff on Clickbank!

Okay, this is wild.  You know about Clickbank, where folks post their ebooks for sale?

Well someone posted an ebook on handjobs, an ebook on blowjobs, and, not to leave the ladies out, an ebook on ......uh, **ahem**, licking.

Is this a sign of humanity breaking the chains of oppression and freeing us all to experience all the joys of life, or an indication that the "end of days" is near for a jaded civilization?

Sunday, March 3, 2013


Working for another pretty much sucks.

Marx fairly accurately diagnosed the problem(s), and he deserves credit for identifying how society stratifies into economic classes, but his "solution" is dreadful!  He simply doesn't account for human nature.

If we were basically good creatures, communism would be the best form society could take.  But we aren't.  We are part angel, surely, but also part devil.  Few of us can acquire power without our devil natures using that power for evil.  This is why the separation of political powers is so crucial to a stable society.

Religion is a spiritual exercise

Going around in circles, you have a lot of time to think.

I used to be a materialist, but it was so depressing.  If there really is no "purpose" to it all, then what's the point?  Why bother with anything?

Eventually you have to "value" something, and the moment you do, you have introduced "meaning" into the universe.  Meaning, of course, can't be measured, so now we are forced to admit that the immaterial must exist.

So then we stumble into religion, and the restrictions and commandments fall on our heads like a cold rain.  But rather than rebel against religion, discarding it because of the artificial constraints it puts on our lives, we should view it as spiritual exercise.

Suppose, for example, we wanted to learn a martial art.  Would we simply start flailing away, imagining that any wild movement we make would be an effective strike against an opponent, or capable defense?  No!  We would willingly submit to the training of a master, using self-discipline to repeatedly practice moves and stances whose uses we would not really know.

Religion is the practice we subject ourselves to, so that we may learn the art of spirituality.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Existence, Void, and Meaning

The physical universe has no meaning.  Everything measurable  -  mass, energy, and time  -  is just an incarnation of the same senseless "stuff".  Call this ether, essence, quarks, whatever you prefer; I prefer "void".  Physically, only "voidness" exists.  It's quite a paradox: existence = void.

All meaning is spiritual.  All features of the physical universe  -  the differentiations of mass, energy, and time, their actual MEASUREMENTS, if you will  -  are the result of spirit acting upon the void.  Without spirit, there are no differentiations, and thus nothing exists.  Yet there is no "unit" of spirit.  Spirit can not be measured.  Spirit is not a force, mass, or duration; it is not a part of time and space.

Everything is significant.

Reality refers to the extent upon which spirit acts upon the void.  Everything is real, but not to the same degree.  A spirit act is said to be factual to the extent that other spirit acts can influence / be influenced by it.  A spirit act is said to be fiction to the extent that other spirit acts are isolated from it.