Thursday, September 22, 2005
there is no acceptable place
Couldn't get to sleep. That has become the absolute normal after the multiple bouts and all that does is just annoy the crap out of me. It'll get back normal after the first freeze or two.
Got the ABC teevee on tonight. Bloodlust. I'd turn it off and log in to Radio Margaritaville except the folk are fascinating and I've not watched the buzzards this year. Popped up the direct sat feed, sweet Rita seems to be going east. East of Galveston. There's still most of a couple of days and if the east drift continues, Sabine and Beaumont need to be empty. Got lots of old friends there. Not any between Beaumont and Port Aransas. Doesn't matter and you damn-well know it. It's pretty doubtful you have had to go in and "police" an area that's been et by a 'cane. "Police" meaning clean up the mess. Dead stuff. Lots of critters and an unbelievable number of refrigeration units, household and commercial that were kinda out of service. Unbelievable stench. True misery was coming across a bloated human. Probably Darwin but it doesn't change one's reaction.
I "policed" my last direct hurricane routine 2 years before the wetbacks crippled my carcass. Quit the ARRL traffic management when some dipshit in the FCC (Colin Powell's shit-head son) instigated required liability insurance for traffic managers, and gave up the local ham-op StormWatch NOAA when it went 100% internet. Funny thing is, the web kinda doesn't work too well when certain areas get whacked. The local critter running the thing was a major league idiot as a 17 year old fuckhead back in 1976. He's now substantially stupider and if I were to present how he's made his "living" for the last 9 years and he got the link, Cookie, Rima, and my bedside .38 would be worthless. I'm fond of air. Besides, despite my present status, it's possible I might like to get laid again. Hardware in storage that many years is always questionable. Corrosion. Parts fall off.
This long, worthless rambling note is my attempt to make it through the sleeplessness continued since the not-done Relapsing fever awakeness and 7 AM when the dump opens. I've not hauled trash since June. 7 bags, 22 pounds-per-month of safe junk mail (the rest gets burned), washed empty cans, moldy things. Meat stuff (very little) goes to the dawgs, vege stuff, compost. There does come a time when there's enough and it happens when the frozen meat wrappings and non-dawg scraps become a big portion of the freezer space. I won't feed them anything I wouldn't eat. THEY can eat well sun-aged armadillo. I won't feed them stuff too strange for me. Eel isn't on my list. Nina used to fret what was up for dinner. No, I never made her a dish that she was not aware of the source.
Still an hour before sunrise and I'll need light to get the other bags in the buggy. Damn. I'm sleepy. The girls'll bite me since they know of the feed fortune inside. Naw, I don't deny them and yes, I could cut open a bag and both would horse-bloat and dump megaturds. Dawgs is just that way! Formula diet plus 25%. Works. I hear there is a road-kill specialist that gets something like $50 per possum from the state. That was true about 20 years ago, wonder if the career option is still open. I'd kinda like it. Flat pole-cat and feed the beagles! Road kill isn't the best meat. Tends to be rather tough.
Yeah. I'm fulla it. You can ask Nina. She knows me too well. She'll tell you I ain't. And no, I've probably not served her possum or rattlesnake even if those dishes have been prepared a few times (my favorite is cooter if someone else will gut the miserable things). All meals ever made for her were from known, acceptable-by-her sources. I'm oppornustic. dot22=lunch.
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Hesus H., what the fuck? ABC is hollering that NO might get 2-4" of RAIN and they are all in a goddam panic! DOOM! There might even be a horrible 2-4' STORM SURGE!
Fuck them.
God help me but this is probably a blessed thought. Steer that storm to New Orleans. The folk there are in theory the good guys. Wash the rest of that pesthole down the sewer the outflow of the Missipppi river has become. In a few years, the "dead zone" that exists in that part of the Gulf might start to recover. The majority of the NO folk (48% welfare related yesterday didn't fit the 62% found through the fed files) will settle in the other majority black welfare cities. Zero sum. Public housing. Full feeding for all serial pregnancies. A birth per welfare bitch from random breeding at 10 month intervals. Bizness as usual. There was a sane cure for this madness. The last real chance happened shortly after Prez Peanut took office. He was the last to even give a tiny goddam. Now it has spun as totally out of control as the half-million a month coming across with bunches having anchors. G Feeb Bush got elected by not being totally numb about the religion of pieces. He had no competition.
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Earlymorning phone calls. There as rare here as late night phone calls. Damn-near as non-existatant as any between. One a month. More often one every 3rd month. Matched only by the close-to-none since 1995. I made 3. 2 no reply but probably due to the folk called being dead. Most of the people I know have been dead for a while and the remainder are due to die soon. The 3rd was having breakfast fed to him. Excellent (with reservations) good friend 30 years ago.
I made one this morning. Damn.
Got the ABC teevee on tonight. Bloodlust. I'd turn it off and log in to Radio Margaritaville except the folk are fascinating and I've not watched the buzzards this year. Popped up the direct sat feed, sweet Rita seems to be going east. East of Galveston. There's still most of a couple of days and if the east drift continues, Sabine and Beaumont need to be empty. Got lots of old friends there. Not any between Beaumont and Port Aransas. Doesn't matter and you damn-well know it. It's pretty doubtful you have had to go in and "police" an area that's been et by a 'cane. "Police" meaning clean up the mess. Dead stuff. Lots of critters and an unbelievable number of refrigeration units, household and commercial that were kinda out of service. Unbelievable stench. True misery was coming across a bloated human. Probably Darwin but it doesn't change one's reaction.
I "policed" my last direct hurricane routine 2 years before the wetbacks crippled my carcass. Quit the ARRL traffic management when some dipshit in the FCC (Colin Powell's shit-head son) instigated required liability insurance for traffic managers, and gave up the local ham-op StormWatch NOAA when it went 100% internet. Funny thing is, the web kinda doesn't work too well when certain areas get whacked. The local critter running the thing was a major league idiot as a 17 year old fuckhead back in 1976. He's now substantially stupider and if I were to present how he's made his "living" for the last 9 years and he got the link, Cookie, Rima, and my bedside .38 would be worthless. I'm fond of air. Besides, despite my present status, it's possible I might like to get laid again. Hardware in storage that many years is always questionable. Corrosion. Parts fall off.
This long, worthless rambling note is my attempt to make it through the sleeplessness continued since the not-done Relapsing fever awakeness and 7 AM when the dump opens. I've not hauled trash since June. 7 bags, 22 pounds-per-month of safe junk mail (the rest gets burned), washed empty cans, moldy things. Meat stuff (very little) goes to the dawgs, vege stuff, compost. There does come a time when there's enough and it happens when the frozen meat wrappings and non-dawg scraps become a big portion of the freezer space. I won't feed them anything I wouldn't eat. THEY can eat well sun-aged armadillo. I won't feed them stuff too strange for me. Eel isn't on my list. Nina used to fret what was up for dinner. No, I never made her a dish that she was not aware of the source.
Still an hour before sunrise and I'll need light to get the other bags in the buggy. Damn. I'm sleepy. The girls'll bite me since they know of the feed fortune inside. Naw, I don't deny them and yes, I could cut open a bag and both would horse-bloat and dump megaturds. Dawgs is just that way! Formula diet plus 25%. Works. I hear there is a road-kill specialist that gets something like $50 per possum from the state. That was true about 20 years ago, wonder if the career option is still open. I'd kinda like it. Flat pole-cat and feed the beagles! Road kill isn't the best meat. Tends to be rather tough.
Yeah. I'm fulla it. You can ask Nina. She knows me too well. She'll tell you I ain't. And no, I've probably not served her possum or rattlesnake even if those dishes have been prepared a few times (my favorite is cooter if someone else will gut the miserable things). All meals ever made for her were from known, acceptable-by-her sources. I'm oppornustic. dot22=lunch.
* * * * * *
Hesus H., what the fuck? ABC is hollering that NO might get 2-4" of RAIN and they are all in a goddam panic! DOOM! There might even be a horrible 2-4' STORM SURGE!
Fuck them.
God help me but this is probably a blessed thought. Steer that storm to New Orleans. The folk there are in theory the good guys. Wash the rest of that pesthole down the sewer the outflow of the Missipppi river has become. In a few years, the "dead zone" that exists in that part of the Gulf might start to recover. The majority of the NO folk (48% welfare related yesterday didn't fit the 62% found through the fed files) will settle in the other majority black welfare cities. Zero sum. Public housing. Full feeding for all serial pregnancies. A birth per welfare bitch from random breeding at 10 month intervals. Bizness as usual. There was a sane cure for this madness. The last real chance happened shortly after Prez Peanut took office. He was the last to even give a tiny goddam. Now it has spun as totally out of control as the half-million a month coming across with bunches having anchors. G Feeb Bush got elected by not being totally numb about the religion of pieces. He had no competition.
* * * * * *
Earlymorning phone calls. There as rare here as late night phone calls. Damn-near as non-existatant as any between. One a month. More often one every 3rd month. Matched only by the close-to-none since 1995. I made 3. 2 no reply but probably due to the folk called being dead. Most of the people I know have been dead for a while and the remainder are due to die soon. The 3rd was having breakfast fed to him. Excellent (with reservations) good friend 30 years ago.
I made one this morning. Damn.
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God help me but this is probably a blessed thought. Steer that storm to New Orleans.
I have been having the same thoughts. It might make the sewer bad enough that all thoughts of rebuilding and spending the billions that our "compassionate conservative" prez wants to spend. The sumbitch is so dumb that he doesn't understand that the state of Lousy-anna will vote dim-a-crat uunless he is there with the money to buy the votes at election time. And thats a few years away.
I have been having the same thoughts. It might make the sewer bad enough that all thoughts of rebuilding and spending the billions that our "compassionate conservative" prez wants to spend. The sumbitch is so dumb that he doesn't understand that the state of Lousy-anna will vote dim-a-crat uunless he is there with the money to buy the votes at election time. And thats a few years away.
Bogdaddy, were out here in Bush country *CA*. This is God's country, we know you'll love it here. All them mom&pop home cooking restaurants have been replaced by Mexian restaraunts serving Dpanish food. They make huevos ranceros that are mighty fine.
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