Friday, June 8, 2012
"Old Fool"
I've thinking for a long while to just get on a train, and go somewhere. Maybe D.C. to spend the day at the Air, and space Museum or some such tourista noise. Well that or just go up to the mountains, and sit under a tree.
New Yorkers rarely do this sort of thing. We're stuck like bugs in amber within this giant machine of a city. It never occurs to us to leave,..even if we can.
There's a bunch of stuff simmering in my neurons these days. I'm old enough to see the actual cycle of life, and death. Generations come, and they go. The Boomers are starting to go. Just as our folks did. The kids of our generation sons daughters or nieces, and nephews are more than grown. Good grief they're in the thirties now.
How the hell did that happen?!
One of my interns at the radio station, well she was an intern in 1998 which to me is two weeks ago. She's a big shot important lady now. Anyhow her "baby", that's how I think of him. She called the other day, and said the little sweetie in now thirteen,...a man in many cultures. ...palm slap!
Amazing. I suppose what I have now is a natural sort of wisdom one gets simply by managing to stay alive past 60 or so. Which btw I've done,..more than done. Aw man ain't we got fun.
Anyhow I need to take some time out to wander around somewhere, and eat summer ice cream.
New Yorkers rarely do this sort of thing. We're stuck like bugs in amber within this giant machine of a city. It never occurs to us to leave,..even if we can.
There's a bunch of stuff simmering in my neurons these days. I'm old enough to see the actual cycle of life, and death. Generations come, and they go. The Boomers are starting to go. Just as our folks did. The kids of our generation sons daughters or nieces, and nephews are more than grown. Good grief they're in the thirties now.
How the hell did that happen?!
One of my interns at the radio station, well she was an intern in 1998 which to me is two weeks ago. She's a big shot important lady now. Anyhow her "baby", that's how I think of him. She called the other day, and said the little sweetie in now thirteen,...a man in many cultures. ...palm slap!
Amazing. I suppose what I have now is a natural sort of wisdom one gets simply by managing to stay alive past 60 or so. Which btw I've done,..more than done. Aw man ain't we got fun.
Anyhow I need to take some time out to wander around somewhere, and eat summer ice cream.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
"Dead Cat Drone"
Eh this guy Bart Jansen over in Amsterdam, where drugs are still a little bit legal. Anyway Jan, and his pals got themselves a dead cat, and turned it into a drone flyer. I don't know if this was under Defense Department contract or not, but they did it. The kitty flies pretty good too.
I can see gawd, and the devil dealing this this Jan guy after he kicks the bucket.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!!" They'll say as the pissed off cat stands there with propellers sticking out if his paws.
Meanwhile *Hitler, and Stalin amble by, and say "We could'a used a guy like that."
*(...everyone goes to Heaven.)
Umm, now that I think about it. The cat-copter would look cool in a cape.
I can see gawd, and the devil dealing this this Jan guy after he kicks the bucket.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!!" They'll say as the pissed off cat stands there with propellers sticking out if his paws.
Meanwhile *Hitler, and Stalin amble by, and say "We could'a used a guy like that."
*(...everyone goes to Heaven.)
Umm, now that I think about it. The cat-copter would look cool in a cape.
"No one Has to Die"
The best thing about Thursday is that it's almost Friday. Speaking of War, and Peace well that, and the traditional addiction to murder'n mayhem. I was looking at the images of the kids, and babies that were just shot up in Syria. That nation is the latest to meltdown as an offshoot of the Arab Spring.
Sadly the Boss of boss's over there won't take the hint, and go. The usual routine is to either get the Mussolini treatment or retire with a portion of the national treasury. Anyway this guy what's his name is staying, and is having his boys blow away babies to make his point.
What's a Queer Pacifist to do,..other than buy a slightly used Warsaw Pact AK-47, and join the fun. Yeah well that's no option despite my demented post below about not leaving home without one. Peace lets dream of Peace. What the hell would it look like or smell like for that matter.
Hey I don't mean suddenly everybody is inviting over their blood enemies for drinks, and oral sex. I just want to see folks not shooting each other for a while. Ya know try it out, see how it goes. Just stop shooting the hell out of each other, and see where it goes from there.
I found the two above flags on the 'net from an alternate history story where the two main morons in the world figured out how to more or less get along. Interesting. Has possibilities. ...ya think?
Sadly the Boss of boss's over there won't take the hint, and go. The usual routine is to either get the Mussolini treatment or retire with a portion of the national treasury. Anyway this guy what's his name is staying, and is having his boys blow away babies to make his point.
What's a Queer Pacifist to do,..other than buy a slightly used Warsaw Pact AK-47, and join the fun. Yeah well that's no option despite my demented post below about not leaving home without one. Peace lets dream of Peace. What the hell would it look like or smell like for that matter.
Hey I don't mean suddenly everybody is inviting over their blood enemies for drinks, and oral sex. I just want to see folks not shooting each other for a while. Ya know try it out, see how it goes. Just stop shooting the hell out of each other, and see where it goes from there.
I found the two above flags on the 'net from an alternate history story where the two main morons in the world figured out how to more or less get along. Interesting. Has possibilities. ...ya think?
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