Monday, November 19, 2007

Hail To The Chief!


Well, our tiny little survey turned outsome "underground Libertarians." Ron Paul even showed up on my likely candidates list.

However, my Number 1s were a tie. Hillary or John Edwards, with a distant Obama. I'm not sure I can vote for anyone that would show such awkward use of "thumb." Is he hitching a ride to the White House or sparing the life of a Gladiator?

Two Families, Twenty years in the White House...and counting. I'm just not sure.

Don't forget the YouTube video where he stares silently at the camera for way too long. A President that doesn't "blink" could get us in trouble.

UFO sightings and he's married to a Glamazon. He must have a really big uh...heart. Or she was frightened by MAD MAGAZINE a a little girl.

I think I'll just write my own name in again.

Friday, November 16, 2007

More Gary Numan


We're in the building where they make us grow
And I'm frightened by the liquid engineers
Like you

My Mallory heart is sure to fail
I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real
Like you

The sound of metal I want to be you
I could learn to be a man
Like you

Plug me in and turn me on
Oh everything is moving

I need my treatment it's tomorrow they send me
Singing "I am an American"
Do you?

Picture this if they could make the change
I'd love to pull the wires from the wall
Did you?

And who are you and how can I try?
Here inside I like metal
On you

All I know is no one dies
I'm still confusing love with need

Thursday, November 15, 2007


I'm not sure when or from whom I learned it, but I have long believed that there are three things one does not discuss in polite company: Religion, Politics and Other Peoples' Children.

Obviously, I've never considered the epistle "polite company."

Below, I've included a link to a "Candidate Calculator" from the VA Joe website. I didnt create it, but it seems to be a balanced, grossly generalized, gimicky snapshot of how the Presidential candidates (all 74 of them) stack up to our "hot button" issues.

Follow the Link and then COMMENT with your results by clicking on the word "COMMENTS" below the post. Let us know which politician is your "Mystery Date." Monday, I'll post my results.

You first. Yes, it's "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Some things never change.


  • Tomorrow - I talk about your children.

    Monday, November 12, 2007


    In the last 43 years I have spent an inordinate amount of time musing, pondering, hypothesizing, ruminating, intuiting, speculating and wondering about many things.

    I thought I'd share a few:

    1. At the Center of CYBERSPACE lies a SUPERMASSIVE BLOGHOLE. Large enough to swallow EVERYTHING published on the WWW... so far.

    2. CHINA is made of BITE-SIZED pieces of LEAD.

    3. If I fly out of MSP often enough, I'll have sex with a MEMBER OF CONGRESS.

    4. GOD has been LYING to PAT ROBERTSON for years.

    How Many Million Homeless Veterans?

    There are an estimated 25 Million Veterans of all wars alive in the U.S. As many as HALF of them may be homeless.

    1 out of every 4 homeless identify themselves as Veterans.

    Nearly half of all active Military families live below the Poverty level and recieve Welfare assistance.

    World War 2 Veterans are dying at the rate of 1000 per day.

    THIS WEEK - The epistle presents a Theory of the Supermassive Bloghole at the Center of Cyberspace.

    Friday, November 09, 2007

    Crazy DJ Blog #125 - R.E.M.



    Receiving department, 3 a.m.
    Staff cuts have socked up the overage
    Directives are posted.
    No callbacks, complaints.
    Everywhere is calm.

    Hong Kong is present
    Taipei awakes
    All talk of circadian rhythm

    I see today with a newsprint fray
    My night is colored headache grey

    The bull and the bear are marking their territories
    They're leading the blind with their international glories

    I'm the screen, the blinding light
    I'm the screen, I work at night.

    I see today with a newsprint fray
    My night is colored headache grey
    Don't wake me with so much.

    I cried the other night
    I can't even say why
    Fluorescent flat caffeine lights
    Its furious balancing

    I'm the screen, the blinding light
    I'm the screen, I work at night

    I see today with a newsprint fray
    My night is colored headache grey
    Don't wake me with so much.
    The ocean machine is set to nine
    I'll squeeze into heaven and valentine
    My bed is pulling me,
    Daysleeper. Daysleeper.
    Daysleeper. Daysleeper. Daysleeper.



    It's cold outside
    And the paint's peeling off of my walls
    There's a man outside
    In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette

    Now the light fades out
    And I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this
    There's a knock on the door
    And just for a second I thought I remembered you

    So now I'm alone
    Now I can think for myself
    About little deals and S.U.s
    And things that I just don't understand
    A white lie that night
    Or a sly touch at times
    I don't think it mean anything to you

    So I open the door
    It's the friend that I'd left in the hallway
    'Please sit down'
    A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed

    You know I hate to ask
    But are 'friends' electric?
    Only mine's broke down
    And now I've no-one to love

    So I found out your reasons
    For the phone calls and smiles
    And it hurts and I'm lonely
    And I should never have tried
    And I missed you tonight
    So it's time to leave
    You see it meant everything to me

    Wednesday, November 07, 2007

    Dear Anonymous,


    In answer to your questions on my blog:

    1. My surgery went well. My toes are healing and you can barely make out where the webbing was attached. Dr. Pena is nice. I didn't know anything was wrong with his eye, I thought he was winking at me.

    2. No, in order to work with the rhythm in the song DEAD by THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS the word "either" can't be sung in the last line of the song.

    3. There's nothing in my pocket, I am just glad to see you.

    P.S. I love Anonymous Comments. Anonymous questions are okay, just hard to answer personally. It may be the Anonymity.

    Sunday, November 04, 2007

    It's Me I'm Scaring


    I scare myself just thinking about you

    I scare myself when I'm without you

    I scare myself the moment that you're gone

    I scare myself when I let my thoughts run

    and when they're running
    I keep thinking of you

    and when they're running
    what can I do?

    I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly

    I scare myself, it can get frightening

    I scare myself, to think what I could do

    I scare myself -- it's some kind of voodoo...

    and with that voodoo
    I keep thinking of you

    and with that voodoo
    what can I do?

    but it's so so very different when we're together
    and I'm so so much calmer; I feel better

    'cause the stars already crossed our paths forever
    and the sooner that you realise it the better

    and then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself

    and I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself

    and my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself

    and I'll think of you and I won't scare myself

    It's me I'm scaring

    It's me I'm scaring

    It's me I'm scaring

    It's me I'm scaring