Quote of the Day

"Let's say you don't love your partner. You hate your partner but you act like you love your partner. Does that mean you love your partner? No. It means you're a tragic, hollow, empty shell of a piece of shit." - Owen Benjamin

I Hit 'Dat #1

I hit 'dat. I'm proud of me.

The Daily Bullshit: Purple Haze

Wanna hear some shit? Read on. There's yet another crazy new sky phenomenon. It was first reported in an isolated incident over a year ago, but in recent months it's being reported way more often and it's being seen all over the world. Usually around dusk the sky will turn purple.
 For someone like me who's watched the sky day and night for over half a century, that's nuts. If you want to see better images than this search "purple skies." It's interesting and worth a minute of your time, and it should get your attention, because I guarantee you ain't never seen it before.
 If you do an image search you'll see way more photos of daytime skies with pink and blue clouds and maybe a purplish tint to the sky, but you'll be able to see the difference. These photos are always taken around dusk so the images look darker than most of the rest. The purple color stands out dramatically since it's not a normal sky color, at least not in our lifetime.
 The thing is most people will see it and it will freak them out a little, so they'll Google it and they'll see a fancy name for it and that will be the end of the story. I'm sure they've come up with a name for it by now. They have to. So people will see a Latin name and they'll say: "Well, it has a name, so it must be normal." Okay then, but the question you really need to be asking isn't "What do you call it," but "What could be causing this, and have we ever seen it before?" The answer is nope. They can call it purplusphuckus they'llbelieveanydamnthingwesayus if they want to. That doesn't make it normal. Same goes for all the other crazy shit...upside-down rainbows, solid red rainbows, almost-white rainbows, reverse rainbows, multi-rainbows...and that's just rainbows.
 Two years ago I caught an upside-down rainbow and posted it to Farcebook. Someone said "Oh, cool!" and then, helpfully, "That's a chromaticus flippus" or whatever it's called, as if that somehow makes it normal. It doesn't matter what it's called. What matters is that it's upside-down. Oh they'll explain it alright...they'll say it's inverted ice crystals or some shit like that, which will for some reason put to rest the much bigger question of "Why are we seeing this now?" I haven't ever seen it in my lifetime, and neither have you, and neither have the good folks trying to "explain" it. What's going on?
 Well, chances are you can blame the purple skies, along with the insane weather patterns and even your mood; believe it or not, on something called Grand Solar Minimum. It's true. Google it, Dylan. What's causing that though is a mystery. Yes, again it goes in cycles, but the one we're in now, also referred to as the Maunder Minimum, could possibly be caused by something in space. That in turn could be causing these purple skies, but we don't know for sure. All we know is that this is an entirely new thing. I've said a million times I've looked at the sky day and night since about age four, and I've never seen purple skies. At least not sober.
 If you've made it through this science lesson/rant, thanks and here's the payoff. The OFFICIAL EXPLANATION for the purple skies all over the world is...drum roll, please...grow lights! That's right. Grow lights. Like they use to grow pot. That's fucking brilliant. I should've known. It would be hilarious if it weren't so troubling. The thing is they can give any ludicrous story (Fiction, that is) they want, because they know that about 98% of the people will buy it simply because it's the official explanation. It's sad really.

Here's a typical grow room, and yes, it has a purplish glow. Actually it's more of a violet color compared to the purple skies, but what's a few shades of color between friends. These lights are used only for the flowering stage, as these plants are just starting to do. The rest of the time the lights are bright white. The kicker of course is that most growers choose to leave the roof on their grow rooms, and they black out the windows. Having the roof off this time of year would freeze the plants, which is counterproductive, and it would be just like saying "Hello, all y'all helicopters flying overhead looking for grow rooms. Here I'm is. Please fly down and bust me." Give me a break. Who's buying this bullshit? Well, it's their money.
 For grow lights to turn the sky purple the rooms would have to be at least as big as several football fields, and again have the roof wide open. Growers may be high but most of them aren't stupid. People who believe the OE are though, with all due respect. But believe it they will. I can just hear it now, at least in these parts. "Damn hippies. Growin' weed and turnin' the sky purple and shit." That really isn't meant to be funny. You do have to account for the fact that most people would rather believe a comfortable lie, since actually bothering to look into something (aka finding out what the real story is) might be scary. I get it. We're human. We don't want to "go there." I hate that cheeseball phrase but it applies here.
 It's up to the individual to believe whatever they choose, but what I'd say to that is that if people aren't at least open to the possibility of some really topsy-turvy shit going on behind the scenes, then if, God forbid, something crazy happens, they'll be caught totally off guard and won't even be prepared mentally; much less provisionally or physically. I'm not trying to scare anyone. It's never been in my nature to scare people and anyone who knows me knows that. The truth can be scary, no doubt. It's the truth though, and it truly will set you free. If you ever do go looking for the real story, do yourself a favor and look beyond Snopes and Metabunk. If you believe those shill sites are legit, I have some swampland in Cahaba Heights I'll sell for a song. Hell, I'll even apply for a federal grant to get the sum'bich drained. You'll probably take the blue pill. Enjoy.
 What I can also say is that what I've learned over the last decade or so, whether it's total bullshit or not, is way beyond any Science Fiction thing I've ever read or seen, and that's beyond dispute. The truth of the matter is that I sincerely hope I'm wrong, but I don't think I am. If I had my druthers I'd be 100% ass-backwards completely wrong. If I find out I'm wrong I'll dance a jig, and that I promise. Maybe it's all just a dream. Maybe I'm totally insane. I just call it like I see it. If people want to think about nothing but puppies and rainbows and shit I totally get it and I respect and defend their right to do so. Fear is a killer though, and it's the enemy of truth.
 Speaking of fear, I have relatively little of it. I can thank God for that. I'm not saying I never get scared but I don't live in fear. Lots of people do, whether they admit it or not. All this uncertainty causes at least a background anxiety in most people. We fear the unknown, and the whole thing I've been saying in this blog is that knowledge gets rid of much of that uncertainty, and therefore fear. All this evil coming across the land like the giant shadow from the mothership in the movie Independence Day only makes me think that there has to be something better. If it's nothing more than a placebo effect, which granted it could be, then fuck it. I'll take it. Not living in fear allows me to look into some pretty frightening shit without being drastically affected. You can observe without absorbing. Knowing about all the bad stuff in the world only makes me appreciate the good stuff even more. That's a blessing. Knowing is better.
 At the end of the day most people will believe whatever's most comfortable. They'll take the path of least resistance. If you want to only fill your head with happy thoughts, then more power to you. We need the positive energy to cancel out the negative. That's a real thing and it's backed up by science (SCIENCE!). If you want to go down the rabbit hole as they say, buckle-up. It's one hell of a ride. Yes it's going to bring you down at times, but hopefully like it did me, it'll help you see that just maybe there's another way besides the way of the world. There's light at the end of the tunnel. I firmly believe this, and I wouldn't say anything about scary shit if I didn't. One term for it is the "narrow and jagged path." Feel free to look into it. Just remember...fear is the enemy of truth (and just about everything else for that matter), and love is the enemy of fear, and evil as well. Choose wisely. Have a nice day.
 Pot growers my ass.

Separated at Birth?

Simon (or Simone; I'm not sure which, and I guess no one else is either these days, if you get my drift), from the monitor aboard the ISS, and Fred, from the 60s TV show Captain Kangaroo? I'll take Fred any day of the week.

Quote of the Day

"The truth is on the way back, and the truth is PISSED." - Sabrina, from the Evolutionary Energy Arts channel on YouTube

Quote of the Day

"Truth has nothing to do with the number of people who are convinced of it." - anonymous

Quote of the Day/The Current State of Popular Music

"[Bruno] Mars proved to be nothing more than a pervert with talent. And with young kids in the audience, he should be charged with a crime." - concertgoer bkamr2, from the Fan Reviews page on Ticketmaster's website, after a 2011 concert in Grand Prairie, Texas

Random Funny #69,799,977,577

I just ran across these tags they make for different instruments. They're meant to be hung from instrument cases but I'd like to get one and hang it from my belt loops and right over my zipper. I don't play clarinet.

Woman Watches while Men Fight

It always tripped me out to see scenes like this in old movies and TV shows, like this episode of the classic late-60s Sci-Fi show The Invaders (a Quinn Martin production). Two men are fighting for their lives while the chick just stands there and watches. I guess they had to play the role of the helpless female and just stand there and not muss up their clothes and let the men do all the work, even though they'd probably be in trouble too if their man lost. For those keeping score this is the late Suzanne Pleshette; ex-Mouseketeer and co-star of the Bob Newhart Show. She was once considered hot.
 This is just like tons of other shows I saw. I'd be like "Hey, love...get your fine ass in there and help your guy" but they almost never did anything but stand there. I'm sure it added to the tension but I thought it was bullshit, and it went a long way toward stereotyping women. She's only standing next to about a million rocks. Why didn't she just pick one up and later the bad guy on? His back was to her. He'd never have seen it coming. Go figure.
 In today's world they'd have to change these scenes around completely. With all the gender-fluid bullshit being promoted, and men wanting to be women and women men, or whatever you feel like identifying as when you wake up in the morning, it would be a different story. If they did this scene today the gal would be kicking ass more than the guy. Hell, these days I guess she'd do all the ass-kicking, and dude would stand there crying because he wasn't allowed to use the ladies' restroom. That's fucked-up. Guess what...this isn't "hate speech." It's fact. Think about it...if you happened to get caught in a fight, who would you rather have on your side...a guy crying because he couldn't use the ladies' room, or a guy who still had a pair? Well? Call me old-fashioned (or bigoted or a hate-monger or whatever else), but I miss the days when men were men and women were women. If I'd had a crystal ball back then I'd have taken comfort in these scenes. At least people acted as they were designed. Give me a helpless female over a helpless male any day, but I guess I'm just not with it. God help us.

Quote of the Day

"People are stupid. They never stop to question things." - Frank Zappa

Pink

I've seen pink cars before but this one takes the cake. That would be a little girl's birthday cake with pink icing. As if it weren't pink enough, there's a subtle but gorgeous rainbow metalflake job in the finish. I doubt it's factory but it's a high-end paint job. It may be a custom ride altogether because I didn't notice a brand name. It did have a name but I can't remember it. Hopefully I'll see it again. I'd like to get a closer pic of the finish.
 The first thing I thought of when I saw this, besides "pink," was Jerry Nolan; the drummer for the legendary Proto-Punk (IMHO) band The New York Dolls. He talked the Ludwig Drum Company into making him a pink drum kit. I don't remember all of the details but I know it caused quite a stir in everyone from Ludwig ("Jerry wants a PINK kit?") to the press ("Does this mean he's GAY?") to the audience. Photographers jumped all over it and you can find some iconic photos if you're interested. I'm pretty sure he was the first Rock drummer to use a pink kit, although there was another guy who's name I can't remember who had the Phibes Company build him a pink kit out of acrylic at around the same time I think. He really upped the ante having them pink and clear, and if I'm not mistaken he'd play naked sometimes. With clear drums and clear drum heads I suppose you could see his mallet through the kit if you looked from the right angle.
 My next thought was about that cosmetic company that I think was called Mary Kay. They used to give pink Caddies to select salespeople. I remember seeing ladies drive those monstrous things around with the biggest shit-eating grins you ever saw. They loved those things. My mind was just wandering and still a little taken aback by all the pink, and I half-wondered if this might be a modern version of that, but the mag wheels spoke otherwise, and I doubted that Mary Kay would spring for such an expensive paint job. Not to be sexist or anything but it also occurred to me that very few ladies would opt for black mags on a pink car. That's mostly a guy thing. And then I had a moment of serious comic relief.
 A pink car with black mags. Hmm...with men wearing skirts, high heels and feminine-style makeup and shit like they've lopped off their dicks or something, I wondered if this might be a flagship car for a new line of men's makeup...Barry Kay. I laughed so hard my dog looked up at me. I sure hope the owner didn't hear it and think I was laughing at the car, because actually it was pretty bitchin' and you have to respect such a fine paint job on anything. BTW this isn't "hate speech" since I don't hate anyone. I sure did get a good laugh out of it. Barry Kay...that's funny. Sometimes I crack myself up.

Photo of the Day (reposted from an old blog)

I took this photo several years ago at the Kangaroo Mart (RIP) which is now a Circle K in Cahaba Heights. FYI Cahaba Heights (now Vestavia) is one of the last bastions of sanity, civility, serenity, clarity, community, citizenship, common sense and whatever else noble this country was once known for. In case you haven't read the summary of this blog you can click to enlarge this image.
 I happened to catch this well-dressed young lady waving goodbye to her equally well-dressed friend. For a convenience store it almost looks like an angelic scene. In fact I named it "Go to the Light" for obvious reasons. There's even a sign with the letters "Celes" visible. That's the beginning of "Celestial" of course. Cool, huh?
 With a little imagination maybe you could say that it looks as if the girl in the beautiful tie-dye is embarking on some incredible journey; perhaps even the afterlife, yet she's still a bit hesitant and is looking back to an angel for reassurance. The angel in the purple dress, and for those keeping score she was beautiful, is gesturing for her to go ahead. Her arm is out in a welcoming posture. She's telling the traveler that everything will be okay. To me it's a remarkable image but I can certainly see it being viewed as nothing more than two hot babes, and I can't disagree. I say it's angelic; all things considered. It's at least "techgelic." I may not know shit from apple butter but those look like high-end dresses to me, if nothing else.
 In any case always go toward the light, but make sure the light is right. If you don't know what that means, I can almost guarantee that at some point you will. What counts is at what  point "some point" is. Beware the light-bearer, as cra-cra as that may sound. Otherwise love and light are absolutely key, and positive thoughts cancel out negative ones. And, the veil is lifting. You'll get that too soon enough. Have a blessed day.

Random Funny #79,840,223,830,480: Smokin' in the Cooler

I just ran across this and it cracked me up. Maybe it's a "You had to be there" deal or only funny if you know anything about the crazy restaurant biz, but I like it. It's almost suitable for framing. Thrift store here I come.
 Said biz is most definitely crazy, but if you eat in restaurants that have servers, know that your server could be an honest, upstanding college kid who's sober as a judge and is putting themselves through medical school and could conceivably one day operate on your brain. You might not want to piss him or her (or LBGTQ, etc. or whatever it's PC to say these days) off too much.
 Having said that, your server is quite a bit more likely to be a freewheelin', free-thinkin' and free-imbibin' person who marches to the beat of his or her (or LGBTQ, etc.) own drum. I don't know of any restaurants (at least not the corporate ones) that drug-test, and I'm cracking up right now at the thought. There'd be very few people to hire. Artists, musicians, aspiring whatevers, freaks, Generation Whichevers, nightowls, flexible-schedulers and the like, yes; God bless 'em, but lots of potential employees that can ace a drug test...maybe not so much. I can say that most of them are really good people though. Interesting too, to say the least.
 I know some people who work in a 4* restaurant we'll call "Eats" for the purpose of this post. Once again as in most restaurants not everyone partakes of alcohol and/or substances, but the majority favors one or more "mother's little helpers" from time to time, if not all the time. These guys don't really go for the "stupid drugs" like meth or heroin, but every other category of substance, even a little toot, is well-represented. During office hours though they mostly stick to a drink or a happy pill here or there. A few of the servers smoke but that's mainly the kitchen staff's territory. As far as availability goes, let's just say that if you're looking to score dope, a restaurant is a very good place to start.
 Unless the owner is staunchly anti-drug or something like that, the cooler becomes the defacto smoking parlor of choice. It's a great place to get away from the madness and chill for a minute, and since the air is constantly being drawn from the room the rest of the place generally doesn't fill up with wacky smoke. True to form the good folks at Eats used the cooler for more than chilling things. So much so in fact that the occasional waft of smoke made it to a few of the more discerning customers' noses. Another issue is that the kitchen area along with the cooler is clearly visible from the bar and about a third of the tables. Some of the customers began to notice that some of the employees would drift in and out of the cooler, and seem to stay long enough to catch cold, and would often walk back out with nothing in their hands but a smile on their faces; not to mention the aroma of burning rope mixing with the heavenly scents of Chilean Sea Bass and the like.
 After a number of comments from customers; mostly friendly but possibly a few not so much, the mgm't decided to designate the cooler as a no-smoking zone. The new policy was passed down orally at first but no one took it seriously and they continued to spark-up in the cooler. One night a jovial, loaded gentleman sitting at the bar noticed the monkey business in the cooler and made a clearly-audible comment about it. I wish I could remember what he said because it was hilarious but it was enough to make mgm't put its foot down. They installed a new policy where the first offense was a week's vacation and the second offence was termination. That seemed to get everyone's attention.
 I figured they'd need a sign to mark the new policy so I made the one you see here. It made the policy changes clear and I thought the skull-and-crossbones was a nice touch. My sign didn't get used. I don't know if it's because it never made it to them or if they took issue with my extrapolating and taking the liberty of saying that it was still okay to smoke, as long as they did it in the parking lot. Anyway I thought it was sorta funny but then I'm easy like that. I thought it would especially benefit any newbies or anyone who might have gotten so high before they got to work that they forgot about the changes, and believe me it happens.
 As an aside...speaking of getting high before work, I have to tell on myself, and in my defense this was waaaay back in the day when I was in my early 20s. I'd do as many bongs as I could possibly do before I left for work at the crazy, wonderful restaurant I worked at forever. For even most hardcore smokers, about 7-8 rippers is plenty. I'd try for fifteen. The ride to work was every bit of two miles; mostly along one road and with only three or four turns between my apt and it; depending on whether I parked in front or back. Halfway there I'd quite literally forget what part of town I was in or what road I was on or where I was going or why I was going there. Many days I'd be too high to talk to anyone for at least half an hour, and generally that was respected. Almost without fail I'd get to work at least half an hour early anyway; mostly because I knew at least one or two other people would be late from being hungover or sleeping late or whatever, and I wanted to make sure everything was set up. It also made up for the half-hour I was unable to speak. It wasn't that I was too stoned to work. I was too stoned to talk.
 It wasn't that I was unfriendly or antisocial or anything. I was just so fucking stoned I might as well have been on the Moon, so everybody left me alone until I came down enough to be just ordinarily stoned as shit but I could speak again. Ha ha...don't speak until spoken to. The truth is, as cool as the place was and as nice as the vast majority of customers were and as much as it was really like a family, and one that actually liked each other and even hung out outside of work, it was still hectic as hell most of the time, and I credit reefer for at least half the reason I could do it for over fifteen years. The irony is that most servers whether they imbibe or not can handle a cocktail or two before a shift, which I absolutely couldn't do, but most servers wouldn't consider smoking before work. There's so much to remember all at once, and lots of people were afraid to even think about doing it.
 I totally get that but I'd been trying to do little exercises here and there to improve memory and observational skills and such, and a childhood tradition came into play. There was a barbecue restaurant called Ollie's that was in business for many years. Most all of the servers in the early days were sweet black women. When they took the orders they didn't write a single thing down. They didn't even have a pad and pencil in their hand. As a kid I was impressed by that and I told myself that if I ever worked in a restaurant myself one day that's what I'd do too. And I did. Any tables up to six people I never wrote anything down, and there were a lot more options to remember that "Pork or beef...chopped or sliced...regular or jumbo...fries?' There'd be drink orders, salads, entrees, desserts, after-dinner drinks and whatnot; not to mention any and all special requests, because after all, special orders didn't upset us, and I didn't write a thing down until I went back to the bar and wrote everything down fast as fuck while I could still remember it. It impressed quite a few people like it did me as a kid. And remember...I was stoned as a house 99.9% of the time.
 Anyway I digress, but anyone who may have waited tables might find that interesting. I bet most of them never smoked pot before a shift. Eats didn't use my sign. I'm glad to have it in a bittersweet way. It's a reminder of a perplexing relationship that recently ended after a very long time. "Funny" wins big time, and if I can get a cheap frame for it I'll probably hang it up. I think most people would think it's hilarious. My bedroom is decorated nicely but my bathroom is decorated as if it could be anyone from a juvenile to a collector of quirky photos and drawings to, well...a juvenile, but there are a few things there that might be nice to a woman's eyes; should I ever be granted the pleasure of hanging out with another one. I do have some really nice photos and artwork but some of it is kid stuff. Who cares? Might as well lean toward young as old.
 One more side thing before I go. If I were king I'd make everyone of legal age wait tables for three months, and I'm not kidding. You learn to deal with people with at least some respect (whether you want to or not) and that applies to assholes too, and if you get good at it you can show total respect while letting them know at the same time that they indeed are being assholes, without stooping to their level and doing nothing except perpetuating a fight. I came up with many "restaurantisms" as it were but the best as far as dealing with rude people and being able to get just under the threshold of no longer completely showing respect to the asshole, was a saying I came up with when dealing with people asking "Is our food ready?" which is probably the single most common question in the biz. I wanted to say: "Does it LOOK like your food is ready? Do you see me holding it? Good food takes a bit. When your food is good and fucking ready I'll have it out to you with the fucking quickness and before you can say 'I was an asshole.'" But no, I held in that urge, and I'm kidding of course; I didn't get that annoyed by it.
 Instead of being obviously rude but still pushing it as far as I could, I'd reply: "Ma'am (or Sir, or LGBTQ, etc), the Health Department insists that we fully cook your meal before we serve it to you." I can't remember a single time when that didn't silence even the loudest asshole, and usually everyone else at the table would look at them like, "Asshole!" It was great. Luckily our policy was "The customer is usually right," and the management would go to bat for us if a customer got too out of hand. Again it was rare there but it did happen, and I'm totally serious that everyone should experience waiting tables. If you should happen to decide to wait tables for a fortnight or so just as a lark or God forbid, to learn how better to deal with people in just about every frame of mind (and that includes you too), I definitely wouldn't recommend getting high on weed, unless you have memory of steel or you're an idiot-savant or whatever like me. In fact my attorney advises me to say at this time: (NOTICE) I do not endorse the use of ANY substance at ANY time for ANY reason by ANYONE. Clear? Have a nice day. 
 This has been another rambling blog post, although it's actually a public-service announcement for the 1,000th of 1% of people who would actually see the validity in learning how to wait tables for a month or two. The sign is funny to me anyway and I'd like to get a frame for it. Friends don't let friends wait tables stoned. Also, if you must try to score drugs, a restaurant is safer than the streets. I've met people who basically bus tables or whatever just to support their habits. For the record though, you really can make very good money waiting tables if you're at least decent at it, but it definitely takes a certain mindset and skill set. Both are worth learning. Don't forget to tip your server. Have a nice day.

Quote of the Day

"Count the number of coincidences, for they are the fabric of truth." - unknown

Quote of the Day

"The more a society drifts from the truth, the more they will hate those who speak it." - George Orwell

Quote of the Day

"It's hard to play simply and still put emotion into it." - Johnny Radelat

The Skies in 2018

[NOTE: All of these photos are click to enlarge.] I get it when I mention to some people that the sky is changing and they don't see anything different. It isn't the whole story, which I won't go into here, but mostly it's because the general public doesn't spend much time looking at the sky, and it's understandable.
 I come from a generation before almost anything modern existed, and things like meteor showers were still a big deal. They'd announce it on TV and in the paper and people would take blankets and sodas out on the front lawn to watch, weather permitting. It started for me by age three or four, so I just developed a love for looking at the sky day and night.
 And that's a far cry from the (not so) ancient times when people did everything from planting to harvesting; from navigating to copulating and many other things according to the phases of the Moon and what stars were where and which constellations the Sun rose and set in and so forth. The sky was entertainment, but it helped keep people alive. Celestial events were cause for great wonder, joy and sometimes fear. The ancient Chinese and other cultures thought that an eclipse; especially of the Sun, was the Sun being eaten by a dragon or some such beast. During an eclipse they'd beat drums and yell and even shoot fireworks and cannons and whatnot to scare the monster away and keep it from devouring the Sun. Boy, were they wrong. Luckily we're much more civilized today. We have Google and GPS and YouTube and Dominoes online and stuff. We have calendars. They're still based on what goes on in the heavens but most people don't look at it that way.

From more recent times, this is one of the many fantastic woodcuts depicting the legendary Leonid meteor shower of 1833. It still holds up as the most intense shower of the last two centuries. People literally thought the sky was falling. Many people thought that it was the end of the world because the stars were falling out of the sky. Some people just stared in amazement and wonder without being afraid but of course there was a lot of fear for the most part. Many people panicked and a few people even committed suicide. No doubt a few local preachers, priests and maybe the odd Voodoo practitioner here or there did a good business that evening.
 There are more truly astounding images; all woodcuts, of the Leonids of 1833 if you want to do a quick search. One woodcut of the meteors over Niagara Falls stands out, and somehow the images have a way of almost drawing you into the event, but maybe that's because I like meteors. By all accounts the woodcuts depicted the event just as it was without any exaggeration or embellishment. There's something of a magical quality to those images. Google it, Dylan, if you want to see what the most kickass, scary-as-fuck, run-for-your-lives, end-of-the-world, kiss-your-ass-goodbye, later on, Chicken Little-esque meteor shower in recent history looks like.
 I spend a bit of time looking at the sky in fact. Most people who hear about something might even look up at the sky for a few minutes and see nothing unusual, and I get that too. Although the strangeness is really picking up lately, you have to spend some extra time looking to catch anything crazy, but if you do look for a while you will see stuff. You'll at least catch a shooting star or two, guaranteed. You might get lucky and see a Saucer. You never know. I couldn't guess the average time I spend looking at the sky in a day...maybe 45 minutes to an hour or more. Even if I'm inside and it's raining I'll look out a window. I know that that's like watching paint dry to some people, but once you see something like a really bright meteor or one of these crazy neon/plasma pink sunsets or the odd flashes being seen everywhere to crazy cloud formations to God forbid...something you can't readily explain, you'll be hooked. I saw my first  meteor at age three. I never get tired of seeing them.
 It would literally take a separate post to talk about all the interesting things I've seen in the sky over the last few years; much less the even crazier things that are being witnessed and caught on video all over the world. As I've said back in 2016 they introduced a dozen brand-new types of clouds. For one thing that's not front-page news, but even the people who heard about it didn't really pay too much attention. I'd at least want to know how 12 new species appeared out of nowhere; just for curiosity's sake. Right now I'm listening to a site on YouTube that tracks incoming meteors. They register as colorful dots or lines, and there's an audible ping; long or short. There's quick pings coming in which means that there are lots of small (and a few larger) meteors coming in at the rate of about 20 a minute, which qualifies as a pretty good shower. Three years ago this much activity would've freaked out people like me and other sky watchers, but to those of is on that page, who've seen massive meteors and insane energy readings coming in off and on for the last two years or so, tonight so far is just a swarm of gnats.

To those who say nothing strange is going on in the sky, the good people all over the UK might differ. Check out these photos from I believe two days ago. These are cloud formations filmed by folks in parts of the island. They covered the sky and pretty much stopped traffic for a while. I guess so. There are several videos but as of last night no stills had made it into image search. I snagged these from a video with permission. I reckon they'll have to come up with a new name for this type of cloud too. Hello, #13.

 These images remind me of the cool experiments they do where they take a big upward-facing speaker and place a sheet of glass or metal over it and sprinkle it with salt or sand. When they run a tone through the speaker the grains align into a pattern which is an exact copy of the invisible sound wave itself. The pattern changes with each different note.
 In fact it demonstrates how you and I and everything in the Universe is created and held together by different frequencies. It isn't a stretch at all to say that this could be caused by some sort of electromagnetic energy. That's what it closely resembles, only on a much larger scale. Anomalous energy readings are being picked up on everything from GOES satellites to weather charts to various solar charts to our very own meteor page, where not even the experts can determine what's causing the intense and bizarre readings, except to say for sure it's definitely not meteors.

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 Talk about timing. I just now heard a long ping on the meteor site so I clicked over to see how thick the line on the chart was, which indicates how big the meteor is. It was nothing special, at least lately, but someone had left a comment about an object that was captured today on one of the Alaska FAA skycams. Sure enough I went there and saw it for myself, and here it is. These images aren't timed perfectly but the average is about ten minutes between images.

The first image, taken at 01:02:16 UTC on 8/28, or 8/27 at 17:02:16 Alaska time if you prefer, shows a mostly-clear sky.

In the next image an object can clearly be seen. Before you go jumping on the bandwagon and say "It's a lens flare," keep on looking.

About ten minutes later the object is still there.

Still there.

Much fainter but still visible.

By the next frame it's gone. Of the people who even care to begin with, probably most would still say lens flare, and I can't say with 100% certainty that it isn't, but since I was a kid and into photography I've seen countless lens flares; not to mention hundreds of movies and TV shows, and I've never seen a lens flare that looks or behaves like this. Lens flares generally don't change in size. They aren't shaded with a crescent on one side. They usually don't stick around for over half an hour, you know? Look at it again. Do an image search and see if you can find any lens flares that look like this. If I saw this without knowing it was in our skies, like a telescope photo of outer space, I'd say definitely this was a planet or moon or some other type of heavenly body. I'd probably rule out lens flare without having to think about it.

For comparison this image, taken from the same day a few frames later shows lens flares. For the record these are definitely lens flares but up until a few years ago are different from any I've seen in the past. Typically the lens flares I recall were mostly iridescent circles in prismatic colors but mostly red and blue. They tend to follow along one or more of the axes in an "X" pattern that fans out. Sometimes there are multiple flares with smaller ones near the source (usually the Sun) with larger ones further away.
 It's just an observation and doesn't have anything to do with whether or not I think there could be other planets nearby, although for the record I do see a lot of evidence supporting the idea. In any case what a coincidence that I'd be doing a post about interesting things in the sky and right in the middle click over and see an interesting thing in the sky. Ta-da.

Before I go here's a photo my friend George from California took and sent me a couple of weeks ago. This isn't a lens flare. George saw it with the naked eye. He said he didn't think it was the Moon, and as I immediately texted back, "That isn't the Moon, my friend." The night this photo was taken the Moon was maybe half-full, and in a totally different place in the sky, if it had even risen yet. To me it looks pretty much like the Moon only it isn't, so again I'd have to say it was some planetary object, and lens flare wouldn't even cross my mind. In any case it's an incredible photo; lens flare, phenomenon or whatever.
 Strange things are being seen in the sky. These pics are just the tip of the iceberg. There are hundreds of videos and thousands of images of some seriously strange phenomena in the sky. Again, right off the bat people will say that the images are 'shopped. Of course some of them are faked, but to say they all are is ludicrous. Given the thousands of images and videos, to say they're all faked means that every single person submitting an image or video would have to have not only some fairly sophisticated photo-editing software but more importantly know how to use it; much less the time and money. Come on. It's impossible.
 Another interesting thing to consider is that often within 24 hours or so any frames that show similar anomalies are simply deleted. It happens all the time and you can check the archives for yourself, which you probably won't do but I have, so you'll have to take my word for it. For example the previous sequence show four frames that show a "lens flare" or whatever it is, but if you look in the archives in the next few days those few images may be gone. The frames will still be there at ten minutes apart but the image will be gray and say "Image not available." It happens pretty much every day but there are too many images to catch every one. Isn't it interesting that those frames, and only those frames, are repeatedly deleted from the archives? Again you can check these cameras in real time for yourself. Go to "FAA webcams" and start with Alaska and see if you notice anything similar. It's interesting to see the weather in different parts of the country and some of the views are amazing. Depending on what direction and time of day you choose you can see sunrises and sunsets as well as the night sky, with all the interesting things going on there lately too. If it's overcast or raining pick another camera somewhere else. There are cameras all over the US and beyond.
 Much of the stuff can be explained but some of it can't. It's certainly like nothing we've seen in our lifetimes until recently. They can put a name on it and say it's ice crystals or Sun Dogs or "climate change" (formerly known as "global warming") or they can call it Your Granny's Fanny if they want to, since they can call it anything they damn well feel like, but the question you have to ask yourself is "Have I ever SEEN this before?" The answer is probably not. "Signs in the heavens?" Maybe.
 Take it from someone, and others like me, who have looked up at, and I suppose you could say studied the sky virtually every day and night for most of our lives, that things are getting very, very interesting up there, and they're ramping-up exponentially. Someone might actually stumble on this post and decide to have a look up and see if anything's happening, and they might see nothing. It could easily happen more than once. You never know, but I will say that if you look long enough, you WILL see something amazing. I guarantee it. Oh, and one more thing...if you haven't packed up your car with a blanket, a pickanick basket, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread and Thou (your significant) plus a doob or two, and driven out into the country at night to watch a meteor shower, you haven't lived. That I can also guarantee, no matter the generation. It's good for your soul. You need it for mental balance. You might even fall in love. The skies are getting crazy and I predict it'll get crazier. Maybe I'm wrong. Have a nice day. Heads-up.

Quote of the Day

"Nature doesn't speak any language but it's talking to us all the time." - Boyd Bushman

Sleepy

This was really a trip. To say that most of the month of July was a Sci-Fi/horror movie come to life for my family and me would be an understatement. Long story short except for one or two nights a week tops I was getting by (sort of) on three hours of sleep a night, and the rest of the time I had a million crazy-ass things going on at once. I'm in a new place now and the first night after I'd spent the grand finale of the deal moving stuff for about ten hours I'd about had it, but I could finally take a deep breath again. I was at peace.
 I was a bit manic from lack of sleep and still having a very hard time getting my head around what I'd seen with my own two good eyes. I walked out onto the deck and I was looking around like a fool and wondering what the FUCK had just happened, but the sense of relief was bigger than all that. I figured I'd sleep for three days straight (wrong), and my head was almost physically moving around in a slow circle. It was a lot like the old cartoons where the bad-guy boxer would take a hard-right to the jaw or whatever and he'd all of the sudden forget where he was or even who he was, and there'd be little tweety birds flying around his head.
 It was 10 or 11pm and I was standing with my arms on the railing; thinking I should probably go put some stuff away and whatnot except that I was so bloody tired. I was thinking "I'm so sleepy" and I happened to look down at the railing. There was just enough light to make out the word "SLEEPY" that someone with decent penmanship had carved into the wood in the past. I had to laugh and it was a perfect way to be welcomed into the new digs. I do love life's little coincidences and synchronicities. There's no telling how long it's been there but judging by the condition of the paint it could easily be a decade or more. It doesn't matter. I was thinking "Whomever you are...I feel you." I love stuff like that. Sweet dreams.

New Relationship? Take the "Argument Test"

I can hear people going "But I don't want to argue with my beloved," and rightly so, but the fact is if you're in it for any length of time you're probably going to argue at some point. Ideally you should be able to settle things like adults and not go to bed angry, although it doesn't always turn out that way. Here's the kicker...you and your significant can disagree 'til the cows come home but if you can't still love each other every bit as much as when you're in perfect harmony, then FORGET ABOUT IT. No joke.
 I could live a thousand lifetimes and never claim to be an expert on the opposite sex...er...well, maybe I should say (for those good folks who may be offended) any sex, or whatever I should say here to be PC, but this applies to any relationship (human, anyway), and you can take it to the bank.
 Maybe I don't know too much about women, but as an old geez who's had relationships lasting anywhere between about 15 minutes to 18 years and has gotten incredibly lucky in the talent department on occasion, I can say once again without a doubt that if you encounter someone who acts like you've become a three-headed monster and an asshole to boot rather than the same person they love only are having an argument with, which is as it should be, then RUN. Run like the wind. Run like your life depends on it, because, I shit you not, it just might. Run your ass away. Get the f**k out of Dodge, immediately. Forget about it, at least for a true, loving, trusting, long-lasting relationship, which one or two people in the world might still want. If you suspect you might be with such a person but you can still put those quarters in and ride that horsie, then DO NOT under any circumstances let it go on for more than 3-4 months tops. Again you can bank it.
 To argue is almost a given, but it needn't ever get nasty. Shake hands and come out fighting, then take the gloves off and shake hands again. And y'all hug. Yep, that's the preferred method anyway. Recently I met this sharp kid. He's 22 I think and he's an incredible musician with a good head on his shoulders. He had his heart broken by some chick who cheated and lied and all that good stuff, and really handed him an ugly breakup.That's rough but it sounds like she too may be one to watch out for, and I really can't imagine a girl doing much better than this dude. I'm literally going to write it out for him and put it in a frame and tell him to keep it for life. It'll save lots of grief. That's bankable as well.
 Find a person who can't love you and argue with you at the same time? Dump that chump. Lose that news. Skate on that date. Run fast and far and don't look back. You've encountered the demon seed. GTFO while you can. Save yourself, and those around you. I wish I was kidding but I'm not. Split with that shit. Do it. Screw it. THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. Have a nice day.

Backlog

I have a backlog of blogs big time. Due to blah-blah and blah-blah-blah I've been too busy, but boy do I have some shit to say. Granted at least half of it will probably sound crazy as usual but that's how I roll. As always, have a nice day.

Shades of Black

Sometimes you think a thing or even a person is colorful and beautiful. But then you see its true colors, and they're only different shades of black. Deep, dark, soulless, ugly, demonic black. I just left such a thing behind. I can breathe again. God is good. Have a beautiful day.

Early Beatles Fans

A friend of mine just sent me this photo. It's one of the most interesting I've seen in a while. The camo kid with the Beatle haircut is none other than Beck P.G. She plays the electronic keyboards and SINGS. This image is crazy-cool but I'm not sure why. I just dig it. I'd hang with those cats for sure.

 Please excuse the format. This is really a test post. I recently had to dash into a new place and the WiFi and cable aren't installed yet so I'm blogging from my phone temporarily. More to come. Have a nice day. It's a new day for me. Hallelujah.

Funny Things I Thought when I was a Kid

I ditched kids' music in favor of grownup music at a very early age. That was great except for the fact that I couldn't always understand the lyrics or the message as well as kids' songs. I was just a little nipper when the Beatles hit. There are countless examples of what I call "misthunk lyrics" and like all such cases some were kinda funny.
 Being the intelligent adult I am today I know that "Roll over Beethoven" meant to change the record from Classical music to R&B. Back then I thought it meant that if Beethoven heard the Beatles he'd roll over in his grave. Lol. Boy was I a naive little kid. Actually it's probably how it is. When people walk through the cemetary where he's buried, they hear a faint voice saying "Wilst thou turneth that infernal shit off?" Rock on.

3...2...1...JUICE!

I'm about to fire up the old faithful JuicemanII and make a batch of fresh juice for the first time in several years. I was into it big time for several years until economic conditions put a halt to it. I never felt better than when I juiced. This won't be one of my usual long-winded posts (you're welcome) because I'm about to get on it and I'm excited. Today we'll be juicing carrot, celery, radish, dandelion, beets with greens, parsley, apple, ginger and a couple things I can't remember; all-organic of course. I'll be feeling like a million bucks in less than half an hour. That rocks. I'll be back with a report later, as soon as I finish leaping tall buildings in a single bound and outrunning locomotives and stuff. "To your very good health." - Keith Emerson

Quote of the Day

"What it is...is...this is what it is." - sung by Annette Peacock, from the song "Adios a la Pasada (Goodbye to the Past)" by Bill Bruford

Quote of the Day

"The best liars stick as close to the truth as possible." - anonymous

Binary a No-No?

A few days ago I posted this crazy screen capture from livemeteors.com to my YouTube channel. The site tracks incoming meteors, and it will also sometimes register other things, including solar and electromagnetic energy, the ISS, possible but unlikely local interference, etc. This shows an unknown energy source of massive proportions that's completely pegging the graph. It got a few comments. One of my friends commented that she couldn't see any of the other comments, and when I went to look they were gone. That's a tad unsettling.
 I couldn't even remember exactly what was said except that my friend Patrick was joking about having to repair his spacesuit or something and I said something about upgrading from duct tape to gaffer's tape (lol) but it was just a bunch of goofing.
 The comments, except for the one about comments not being visible, had been removed from public view but they were still in the dashboard so I pulled them up to see what I could have possibly said to have them taken down, and there it was. I'd sent Patrick a reply in binary. Maybe that sounds strange but he's an incredibly smart man with a great sense of humor. It was just a joke about being a robot. I just popped over to Google Translate and entered the first phrase that came to mind. No biggie. The ones and zeros themselves were the punchline and it wasn't necessary to even translate it back to text. What's the big deal? Was I supposed to be sending "secret code" to Patrick via YT comments? That's funny.
 As first I thought I'd said "Have a nice day" because I say that a lot but then I remembered I'd said "Heads-up." I meant keeping an eye out for meteors. Am I back in elementary school with my decoder ring? Then where's my cereal? If I actually wanted to send a secret message, how stupid would I have to be to use binary? Man. Is this a bit invasive? Yep. Is it creepy? Yes it is. Am I concerned for our children's future? You bet your ass I am. You should be too. No joke. 01001000 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01100001 00100000 01101110 01101001 01100011 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100001 01111001 00101110 00001101 00001010 00001101 00001010.

The Worst Jokes in the World #43,738, 793,279

So these two missionaries volunteer to go deep into the most remote and feared part of the jungle to stay with a tribe of headhunters. An uneasy alliance is formed with the elders. The tension is high, and the faint sound of drums in the distance only makes things worse. The drums start quietly but then they get louder and closer and build to a crescendo. One of them finally speaks. "Bad" said the elder. "What's bad?" said the missionary. "Bad...very bad" he repeated. "Drums..." he said. "Yes, drums. What else?" said the missionary. "Only means one thing." "What, man, WHAT?" said the missionary. "Bass solo!"

River

I couldn't guess how many times I've been to the Cahaba River since I started going as a kid, and even so when I see images like these I'm speechless. It's no wonder I come here. I'm very blessed.

Bad Jokes Coming True

NOTICE: This is NOT hate speech against the Chinese people or any volcanic activity. I hope we're clear on this. Thanks, lol.
 It was around ten years ago when I first "joked" about this in another blog. I'd been reading about the trade deficit and all the other stuff going on with China. I joked that pretty soon we'd have to change "USA" to "USA, XRoC." That's short for "Extension of the Republic of China." I was joking that the US would become a subsidiary of China and would have to change the name.
 Fast-forward a decade, and what do you know...so much has been done to try to equalize the imbalance, only without using actual money. All I can say is it is what it is. To try to illustrate the point would sound like fiction to most people; especially since when they hear something that's a bit out of their wheelhouse, they'll spend the next two minutes calling the source crazy and saying it must be wrong without any evidence whatsoever, rather than taking that same two minutes and looking it up for themselves, but most people think that their opinions somehow magically outweigh facts. That's just how things are. Apparently that is what it is too.
 Put it this way...although it's not on display yet, technically there's a new plaque for this iconic feature; one that's recognized worldwide as a major symbol of America. It reads: 老忠实. Have a nice day. :)

Quote of the Day

"Tom Waits for no one." - Dr. Octafer

A Happy Ending

We know for a fact that at least ten (10) trillion dollars has up and gone missing from the budget over the last couple of decades or so. That's a lot of scratch. That's $10,000,000,000,000. That kind of dough will buy a lot of toys...cool toys...big-boy toys...stuff that ain't on the market. People have speculated on how that kind of money could've ever been misplaced to begin with; not to mention whereTF it went. I know. Thing is the beneficiaries wish to remain quiet about this, and understandably so. I've agreed to keep their identity private in exchange for being able to tell the story.
 What happened was somebody stashed it inside a brand-new Beautyrest in a spare bedroom and forgot all about it. A few years later they decided to remodel the house and donated the mattress to Goodwill...box springs and all. A young couple, who were struggling a bit but very much in love and about to start a family, happened by the Goodwill store and purchased the Beautyrest for a song. They got it home and as they were putting the fitted sheet on they noticed a big lump, and there it was- ten trillion dollars in cash. They couldn't believe their good fortune. They lived happily everafter. THE END.

They Thought of Everything

Okay I get it. People who simply make observaions about things that don't add up or that are the opposite of what they're meant to be are automatically called crazy, and without benefit of any investigation, and I suppose it also sounds crazy to say that it's by design, but that's how it is. Things sneak in that seem innocuous at first, but little by little you begin to understand the purpose.
 Remember when being "politically correct" was just a phrase? We joked about it. "Uh-oh, I'm not being 'PC' ha ha." You remember. Okay flash forward to now. How many times have you started to make a comment on Funkbook or somewhere and stopped yourself; for fear of " offending" someone or saying the "wrong" thing? You've probably done it 100 times by now. I know I have. "Nope...can't say this. Can't say that. I'd better rephrase this." There you have it...PC come to life. Do I sound like a lunatic? I suppose so. Oh, and BTW what I'm saying here will probably be tagged as "hate speech." That's funny considering that I don't even hate people whom I absolutely know hate me. I don't have the energy to waste on hate. I never have and I never will. Hate will eat you alive from the inside out. Google it, Dylan.
 This "report abuse" link started popping up a year or two ago on websites, YouTube channels and such, and now it's everywhere. The owners of these sites didn't place it there: it's just there. They'd have no need for it. Any "abuse" on any site is just digital. If some asshole makes a nasty comment on your YouTube channel for instance, you can block them with one click. Same with any website. It's no big deal. But now, those same assholes can simply click the 'report abuse' link and it counts as a strike. It doesn't even have to be legit, and most times it's not. See how this shit works?
 For most people who even noticed it; even someone who's somewhat observant and can see 5' past their smart screens, it seemed at first like something to ignore. At first I thought it was a good thing. If someone was having problems they could report it. I didn't realize that it would be kept track of, and logged as a mark against the site. Here's the kicker: It's  pretty much a 100% a lopsided deal. Alls the trolls have to do is click the link and say "I'm offended" or "This is hate speech," and that's it. There's not even a casual look into it; much less a proper investigation to see if the claim is legit. It's almost automatic. The complaintant is always right. The channel owner can file a rebuttal, but the process ties things up and frustrates them and wastes time, which is the point, and in the end they often lose. Three strikes and you're out. Just like baseball.
 The upshot is that a YouTube channel, and more recently websites, can be shut down in a matter of minutes, and 99.9% of the time it's totally bogus. People work very hard for years developing their websites or channels, and BOOM, they're gone. Ostensibly what this link was supposed to be used for was to stop abuse on YouTube channels and websites, but what it's really used for is to stop certain people for saying things that certain people don't want them to say. It's fact, and all data relating to it is available for public view. This is not a "conspiracy theory." It's fact, Jack. Are you beginning to get the picture? As Mag would say: "Wake yo' ass up." I second that. Get ready to say goodbye to a shitload of truly informative, entertaining, and badass sites. They'll disappear with one click. And we're letting it happen. That's the sad part. Well, see ya. I have to go the store now. I'm out of Reynolds Wrap. Have a nice day. Oh, before I go...there's that eyeball thing again. Imagine that. Right in front of your face. Peace.

Targeted Adverising

Wel, well...looky here. I just published a post about Lando Calrissian being poly, and when I went to YouTube this ad was waiting for me. Nah...they don't keep track of every single thing you do, say, text, post, or now, even think. Oh, yes. That's here.
 I was talking to a friend Monday and I was telling him why I'm not on the Facebook. He said something to the effect of "I bet if you were selling your stuff you'd have a page." I said that I probably would, and I was telling him about Shopify or something where they have special platforms for selling on Facebook. That evening I counted no less than six different companies with platforms. Ain't that some shit?
 Why would they want SO DAMN MUCH INFORMATION on everyone? I'll leave it to you to do your own research, which you probably will never do, but I can tell you that advertising is just the tip of the evil iceberg. Light is being shown on darkness as we speak. You'll see. I just hope it's in time. Look at that shit...Calrissian is looking longingly at whom I presume to be Han Solo. Oh, well...he's "poly." It's "normal."
 Just for a test, let's see what happens. Donuts. Yo, I LOVE DONUTS. Bet I'll see a Krispy Kreme ad. I bet dollars to donuts.

"Polysexual"

So it's recently come out the the character of Lando Calrissian from Star Wars is "polysexual." That's a word you're going to be hearing a lot from now on, and you can take that to the bank. Most people understand what it means but for those who don't, it means basically that you'll fuck anything that moves or even doesn't move. As long as you get your rocks off it doesn't matter if it's animal, mineral or vegetable. That says a lot about some people. Say what you will, but how we've been preserved as a species so far is by the normal means, and our original purpose on this planet...to start a family and have kids; not to fuck anything with an orifice. It's really not all that complicated.
 Not only are they promoting the idea that he's polysexual, they're also making it retroactive as it were, so that we know he was this way since day one and the first movie. What could we infer from this? Well, if Star Wars had been an X-rated movie, then the first thing we'd have seen would've been Calrissian doing the princess. That'd be just to get things rolling in more or less a normal matter and to ease us into it. If he'd just gotten a boner for Darth Vader right off the bat it'd have been too much to swallow, so we'd have had to have been eased into it. Once it was established that he sort of was into women, at least when that was all he could score, that'd establish a bit of "normalcy" and then it'd be off to the races.
 Next of course he'd be after Luke. Luke was already having "father" issues so he'd probably have been an easy target. He'd have been like "Yeah, I gotta hit that." After he plooked Luke he'd have been ready for a little Han job. He'd be climbing the corporate ladder so to speak. If you're getting grossed-out by this, welcome to the club, but this is exactly what "polysexual" means. So he'd be doing a duo with Solo. What else are they going to do between fighting off Death Stars and whatnot? They're going to get into a little pokey-strokey, as my friend Douggie Dang would say. Pretty soon though he'd have grown tired of Han. That only left the Wookie and the droids. Now we're talking!
 I just can't let my imagination wander much further because I'm feeling a bit queasy, but you can use your own imagination if you like. Or not, but there you have it. The idea is that it's perfectly okay to cop a nut any old way you want...if it's your wife or your neighbor's wife or your neighbor's dog or even their VW Bug. It's all about YOU and your own gratification, and screw everything else. Ha, I guess that was a Freudian slip but that about sums it up. I guess in this anything-goes world, most people are perfectly okay with the idea, and to them I'd say "Good luck with your future," if not "Get right with God," but in reality it's sick as fuck. We can choose, but think about it...is this who we are? Really?