Commodore PET

Speaking of deals, a friend asked how many contracts he needed to get canceled with a certain chemical company located on the Holston River to prove that annexing any more property will prove unprofitable for the local municipality.  I told my friend let's wait and see. I've seen enough companies go bankrupt in that odourous town as it is, with enough mercury poisoning in the streams and creeks to make bottom-feeding politicians catfish wish they were born in a different watershed.

Like I said, give me something funny.  Watching Chinese and Japanese argue over a little fishing is about as hilarious as wondering if people driving government vehicles late at night or on weekends are really conducting "official" business.

It's getting ugly around here and I'm not just talking about my BO or my 401(k).

Don't keep me entertained and I tend to get mischievous, sticking my nose into other people's business and causing havoc in order to tickle my funny bone for absolutely no purpose whatsoever.

Think I'll announce my candidacy for the U.S. presidency.  I've got about as many credentials as the next person -- I promise I will not raise taxes, start a war or take a salary while in office.  I'll make sure members of Congress take all the credit/blame they deserve. I'll turn U.S. government office buildings into free flat rentals for those with no place to live.  They just have to vacate their flats during work hours so government employees can keep doing whatever it is they're doing now, only with soiled linens and pictures of other people's families in their cubicles (those working in outsourced customer service call centers will already be familiar with the situation).  All my speeches will be available for sale to the bidder with the largest number of comedy writers on staff.

Time to write another story-within-a-building-story-building-a-story in the parallel universe called this blog.  Hmm.... who wants to be permanent parody material on a putty pedestal?

Picking Up, Nothing Down

More sticks than I can throw a thanks at:

Jordan R. at Steak Out; Theron Smith at Hilton; Annaliese and Amier at UBC; Bubba's Stephenson Dairy Bar; Pam Cooper at Dr. Pugh's office; Dan & Fay; Sweet Tooth Cafe; Rogersville Produce Market (Mountain View Bakery butter - mmmm); Pal's Sudden Service; Hobby Lobby; Angie at Cheddar's; Medical Center Pharmacy w/famous grill & sandwich shop; Drs. Velasco and Dalle-Ave (Lisa Cook, RNP); Blaine Hardware & feed; Brittany at Barley's (Cottonwood Pumpkin, Rogue Shakespeare Stout and Southern Pecan Nut Brown); Brandy and Dale at Shoney's; Alex and Chad Miller via ticketsbyphone; Janice at Walmart; Amis Mill Eatery (interesting story about finding original mill wheel in rubble of old river mill); math teacher and others, including SRO, at SCHS; Mom and Dad; Bill Lee; Mrs. B; Peggy; David and Melinda; the Jerdons

Compendium At The Coliseum

With only these words left to give, seeing that others, through producing children and caring for our place in the sustainable future of this world, give more, should I stop comparing and simply be?

A gasshopper crawls across a tree leaf. A leafhopper crawls across a blade of grass. A squirrel chews on the house and also plants nuts, reseeding the forest that shades the house in summer.

We find the purposes we seek and marvel at the ones that find us.

If I am practically useless and virtually useful, what am I?

Some days, jumbling these words would have an equal effect. On what? On whom?

A thanks to Kellie, Emily, Jesse, Tom, Cedric, Shondra and Sarah.

If I completely let go, how hard will I fall?

Do not leave this box in heat and sunlight.

Songs of my youth play in my thoughts sometimes - railroads, canals, wagons, caissons, roses, dresses, spiders, prairies, kingdoms, flags and ideas refeature themselves in my adult brain/central nervous system. If we take music classes out of school, do we leave our children to drink from public wells, whatever that means?

What are the rhythms that make us move?

If I say I no longer care about myself, how can I say I care about those involved in my life? Contrapuntal contradiction or atonal tonality?

Would a prepared piano make a good composition tool for this blog? Have you ever heard a spider web sing?

If you won't support small businesses, then who's going to make employment plausible?

If you don't know who you really are, then don't try to figure out who I am or where I'm at. "I" is a casualty of a convenient labeling system. That's all I am. What about "you"?

Fin left me a message - time to take a break and unjumble the new image of the bigger picture. If it's not rocket science, then why do people spend billions and still can't see?

Those who pretend at keeping secrets die anyway, so why bother wasting your time with them?

Wise sayings urge you to look toward the light for a reason - darkness obscures the truth. In and of itself, darkness is absence and has no substance - don't mistake darkness for presence.

You'll see.