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.

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!

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 http://fullofknowledge.com/ . They are by a guy called, "Curt Smothers", and many of them are about military history, which I find fascinating.

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

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?"

Sex Still Sells!

I guess it should come as a surprise to no one:  http://postanyarticle.com/advertising/sex-still-sells-even-articles/

Even art benefits from it:  http://fullofknowledge.com/2013/11/new-appreciation-fine-art/