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.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
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?
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!
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!)
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.
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.
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