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9.30.11 (11:07 pm) Table 9.30.11 (no. 212):

(8:40 am) Thirty days has September. And that's enough. This morning I remember why I don't go to bars anymore. Somebody please shoot me and put me out of misery.

9.29.11 Rain inside, deep inside.

How do you eat a digital dung sandwich? One byte at a time. -Ce

Please Mr. Michaelsen...speak:

These lumbering limbs are my basement.
For my attic there is no replacement.
With x-rays x-rated,
My bones are outdated.
This relic is primed for encasement.

An elderly fellow named Murray
Said,"Age can get old in a hurry.
Each year we encumber
Is only a number
Of wrinkles, regrets and where WERE we?"

An elderly fellow named Uri
Said,"Age can get old in a hurry.
Each year we encumber
Is only a number
Of wrinkles, regrets and where WERE we?"

Fine-tuned but his show is low key,
So subtle it's called "middle C."
Complex and sincere,
It's a shame some can't hear
Such an art form he offers for free.

PRO-SMOKING? DO I *LOOK* INSANE?

A friend with a nicotine fit
Said, "Believe me, I 'simply' can't quit.
I've tried using patches
And gum by the batches,
But damned if they worked well when lit."

(There used to be newspaper ads that read, "Be paid to ridicule smokers." Imagine the ad, "Be paid to poke fun at alcoholism." Can you hear me NOW?) -OV

9.28.11 More rain, more mushrooms.

9.27.11 It's been raining for weeks it seems (poor Texas) and the fungi are spectacular and rare and unusual in their nature. It's hard not to continue the Mushroom series.

Poor Suzie Martis died suddenly this week. Al Martis Inn was the only bar in Whiting for a long time and young, tiny Susie was the bartender. I've actually had a beer with Susie, Lisa and Wayne at the same time and in this short period all have gone. It seems so strange and unnatural, like the mushrooms.

9.25.11 It's Fall again and it's Annmarie's birthday today. At 41 she is catching up to my age and will pass me in a few years.That's her new hair from NYC. It looks like an Andy Warhol wig. The gang really likes it!Table 9.24.11 with her mom's flowers.

Look, chestnuts starting to ripen.

9.19.11 Louie watches:

9.18.11 T with Buddy tail.

Little cancer scare but everything is fine. Getting old ain't no fun but, then again, being young is probably harder (it was for me anyway). Cold night and chilly today. The leaves are snowing down. Four seasons are just right.

9.17.11 At 1:29 am Ann is about to get up for work.

9.16.11 At 11:52 pm, forgot Mary's flowers, Table 9.16.11 b.

At 10:56 pm, a Table 9.16.11, (no. 206 in the series).

9.16.11 Little cancer scare but everything is fine. Getting old ain't no fun but, then again, being young is probably harder (it was for me anyway). Cold night and chilly today. The leaves are snowing down. Four seasons are just right.

9.13.11 There is a curious stillness outside today.

9.12.11 O.V.M.O.V.M.O.V.M.O.V.M.O.V.M.O.V.M.O.V.M.O.V.M.Some O.V.M. below (sounds like a terrorist's initials) (learn here):

AN ENCOUNTER AT PIGGLY WIGGLY

I chose whole-grain bread at a store.
A pinhead I couldn't ignore,
A yokel named Hank
Asked me, "Are you a Yank?"
I replied that I'm post-Civil War.

It's easy to tell when I speak,
My mind tends to wander and leak.
Creative? Okay,
But a scholar? No way.
I would hate to be known as a geek.

Moving Along, As Usual

Now, whether you're pitcher or batter,
You're playing. The role may not matter.
Between either noun:
Class act or class clown,
Would you rather to be known as the latter?

A rich woman people call Penny,
The Hannas whose first names are Benny,
Musicians named Noyes,
Young females named Boyes--
How names can be hell on so many.

A sentence of "life" in a tomb?
We should give the felon some room.
The judge was one-sided.
This thug was misguided.
If so, then, misguided by whom?

9.10.11 I hope another Table after this one, Table 9.10.11, doesn't show some new terror- a Terror Table on the gloomy anniversity of ........., you know. Tables tell the truth.

9.9.11 Lately I can't stop seeing humans, myself in particular, as primitvely programmed, blind machines clicking along towards ever more pathetic beginnings and, finally, their comically tragic endings. Don't ever lose sight of the irony and comedy or it's over. Your indulgence, the degree to which you focus, is all there is to living- the only free part. The rest is electrical chemical gene instructions, having been shaped somewhat by accidental past environment, 'nature and nurture'. That runs the whole show. Not to be an automaton means knowing you are one. After that visit to the mirror you will have your first 'free' thought.

All that and a Table, (no.204), too:

9.8.11 Rain everyday, everything is crazy. Vermont is in trouble again. Hang on Dan and fam.

Anyone see the Toopine movie of Irene below- click it.

9.6.11 Rain, rain, rain the weather's fine.

9.4.11 It wasn't the storm they hyped but the mushrooms loved it.

See the new Toopine movie Hurricane Irene click here or pic

9.3.11 Wild turkeys have made a comeback in the pines.

9.2.11 These giant mushrooms are nearly a foot across.

9.1.11 let's put that nastiness behind us. Where is Ove? Fun 5:

When sadness is deeper than tears,
The memory shortens the years.
When few can relate
To evil so great,
It's hard to find juries of peers.

A cult leader can't fool a turkey.
His waters aren't deep--they're just murky.
Abandon your sense,
Despite the expense.
It's not food for thought—only jerky.

CROWS

Their caws and effects are askew.
Of more crafty birds, there are few.
Like bored human teens,
By more cunning means,
They wreak havoc for something to do.
_

I've yet to find worse luck than Ed's.
Among what my buddy just dreads
Are eaves-droppings--fall-out.
The birds let it ALL out.
Their game is to aim for bald heads.

I say "poh-TAY-toh," you call it "tater,"
I say the "THEE-eh-ter," you say "thee-AY-ter."
Toh-MAY-toe, toh-MAW-tuh,
Greh-NAY-duh, Greh-NAW-duh...

Let's call the damned thing off.

I once had a buddy named Slattery
Whose comments became verbal battery.
Resentment from nowhere.
What made him GO there?
I can't convert envy to flattery

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