Food For Thought

There's a program on National Geographic Channel tonight called "Aftermath: Population Zero" about what will happen to earth when human life here ends.

Ummmmmm...

Who cares what happens to earth after we are gone? Certainly not me.

Oh.....

Like you never figured it the fuck out!

The Mathematics of Ugly

I am working on a new theory regarding the mathematics of ugly. I have found that if you add ugly to ugly, you get real ugly. In order to simplify for those of you who are mathematically challenged, please refer to the following illustration:


Fascinating, isn't it?

At The Door

I never know exactly where dreams come from. They always seem to take me by surprise. As dreams go though, last night's dream ranked right up there.

I was walking through a place that had dirt floors and numerous doors all leading to other rooms. I was with my cousin Jim and we were casually looking into rooms trying to find our way out. We knew the lion was there, but just didn't know where. Finally we found a room with a door that lead to the outside. We discussed it for a moment, but knew we had to get out somehow so we both stepped through the room and started running as fast as we could.

Just a few feet from the door I turned and looked behind me and could see the lion bounding up from out of nowhere. He was enormous and full of anger and was gaining on us. Somehow I lost track of my cousin Jim and was running as fast and as hard as I could for the door. Just as I got there, the door opened and I stepped through into the bright sunlight and the door slammed shut behind me.

Standing beside the door was a tall well dressed man wearing a fedora. It was my Uncle Jack. He helped me hold he door closed while the lion tried to get to us. I asked Uncle Jack how he was because I hadn't seen him since he died back in 1992. He said he was doing fine, but that he really wanted to see his son, my cousin Jim. I told him that I didn't know where he was because we were running so fast that we somehow got separated.

After a while the lion gave up and went away and shortly after that there was a gentle tap at the door. It was my cousin Jim. I opened the door and was so moved to see how happy he was to see his father again.

And then I woke up because I had to pee.

And I'm always happy when I wake up before I pee.

Seriously,

I am starting to like this place.

I wonder if the neighbors will think badly of me?

I was trying to find my way home,
But all I heard was a drone.
Bouncin' off a satellite
Crushing the last long American night.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?

I was sitting around a dirt dial
Just another lost number in a file.
Been in some kinda dark cove
Just searching for a world with some soul.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm.
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm.
I just want to hear some rhythm.

I want a thousand guitars.
I want pounding drums.
I want a million different voices speaking in tongues.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I was driving thru the misty rain
Yeah, searching for a mystery train.
Bopping thru the wild blue
Trying to make a connection with you.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm (you swoon.)
I just want to hear some rhythm (you swoon.)
I just want to feel your rhythm.
I just want to feel your rhythm.
I just want to feel your rhythm.
I just want to feel your rhythm.
I just want to feel your rhythm.

The real deal....

Bonus!

Sometimes Late At Night...

....when I am alone and it is quiet it is easy to convince myself that there is no such thing as a "bad" blog. Every single blog out there is somebody's creation representing all of their hopes, dreams, and desires.

So really, it all boils down to the fact that there are only blogs that I like and blogs that I don't like. None of them are really bad, are they?

But then somehow I inexplicably hit that "next blog" button up there in the tool bar and invariably, I will prove myself wrong beyond my wildest imagination.

Because I Am Just Trying To Remember How Blogger Works

Because it's always been one of my favorites.

Hence The Title

Sometime back in the early 80's, I read a book by Jim Harrison called Sundog. It's still one of my favorites.

I was going to try to sum it up for you here, but I found this Amazon.com description of the book and I don't think it can be summed up any better.

"In the wilds of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, Robert Corvus Strang is crawling through the woods. A beautiful Costa Rican woman is dancing in a string bikini, and a dissipated writer is trying to stay on his feet....All three have retreated to this isolated land -- where Strang, builder of dams and bridges, preacher of gospels, lover of women, explorer of limits, launches into the story of his monumental life. In a novel that stretches from Michigan to Africa and the Amazon, Strang leads his listeners across rivers of time, through the nature of innocence, politics and desire, to a final and stunning defiance of life's frailty."

Maybe you should read it sometime.

Mission Statement

Of course that title is really misleading because I have no mission. I did make a statement though so at least I am only partially misleading.

So the mission of this blog then is to be partially misleading. Of course if I am only partially misleading, then I must also, therefore, be partially truthful.

If I am doing it right, it'll be damned hard to tell the difference really.

Oh, and I like to fuck around with the HTML code too.

Test Post #2

A post with a centered photo and a full line of text might look something like this. I wonder if I will need to adjust the right margins now.

Test

First post?