Six Asteroids Yesterday

Six asteroids passed by Earth yesterday. I didn't catch any of the LDs on any of them, but if any were going to be a cosmic close shave I'd have heard. It's not the distance this time so much as the numbers. My guys have been saying, and I've been passing it along in this blog, for the better part of a decade, that meteors, asteroids and comets were all going to increase exponentially, and here we are...right on time.

 

 We've entered a denser region of space, and there's just more stuff to rain down on us. A couple of years or so ago we set an historical record for the number of comets visible, with a small telescope, from Earth. It was five or six. That got my attention. 

 One of these asteroids was discovered in 2016, but the rest were discovered this year. The first four numbers of the asteroid's name is the year it was discovered. Many asteroids aren't discovered until they're just a few days away, and a few weren't discovered until after they passed Earth. The reason for this is because they're coming from behind the Sun, and no telescope can see them until they get past it.

 If this trend continues, then we ain't seen nothing yet. It's a simple matter of taking existing data and extrapolating, which is a very accurate way of making predictions. If you plot the number of meteors by year, over the last two decades, you'd see a line that slowly starts to go up but then sharply rises. Again it's exponential. If this peak continues, which it almost certainly will, we're in for a shitshow in the sky. Speaking of meteors, occasionally we have days where there are over 100 fireballs in a day. Two decades ago we might get that many in six months or longer.

 Why do you think that wealthy people are building all of these underground bunkers? The guys who build these things can't keep up with demand, and those things aren't cheap. They start at around $50K for basically a buried boxcar, and go into the millions. Once they go above ten mil or so, you're talking indoor pools, water purification, grow rooms, aquifers and even small nuclear generators. 

 Point is, yet again...they know what's coming, and you should too. Personally I'd rather face the shit above ground, and I'd hate to miss seeing it. If it makes you feel any better...if you should hear about a planet-dusting asteroid headed our way, and you have your choice of where you'll be when it hits- either the impact zone or halfway around the world, pick the impact zone. The last thing you ever see will be spectacular, and you won't linger, like those on the other side of the planet. Heads-up, y'all.  

 

What Narcissists Fear Most

I just watched a video on narcissism by someone who's fairly qualified to speak on the topic. She's a PhD in Psychology, and she's been through a narcissistic relationship, which is really the only way someone can truly understand what's going on. 

 She said something I already know, but it's always good to hear it confirmed by an expert. She says that what they fear most is the truth. Amen. It's easy really...for someone whose very existence is based on lies, what else would they fear? 

 Interestingly, the truth is also what the Devil fears most, if indeed he exists. I say narcissism is straight-up demonic. At the very least, narcissists do things, when others aren't watching that is, that most people would consider to be truly evil, no matter what their beliefs. Anyway the good doctor says that they're terrified of the truth, and its cousin evidence. Speaking of the truth, I'm glad I have it on my side, in the case of my narcissist ex. 

 Just lying itself is very taxing, having to keep up with what lie you told what person, and having to create new lies to cover the first ones, but when you add in the fear of the truth coming to light, narcissists live in constant stress. They launch smear campaigns, both to make you look like the bad guy, and if they think that someone might spill the beans on them, the smear campaign ramps up. It only goes so far though...because of that Bugaboo the truth. Funny how that works.

 I hate giving attention to someone I'd rather forget, especially since it feeds the narcissist's pathological need for any kind of attention, good or bad, but this person is still fucking with me, which ALL narcissists do, so here I am talking about this vile piece of shit. Most of us would shun this kind of attention, but since narcissists have no internal validation, they have to have it from the outside. I can say that the narcissist is a nasty, evil, slutty POS, and in the twisted way their brains are wired, they'll get off on it. 

 You can set your watch by what all narcissists do, so that means that this ex is shaking in her shoes. It's virtually guaranteed that she checks my fb page, my YT channel probably, and likely this blog. If she's been checking my fb page, she knows that I've been talking to a few of her friends, whom she's no doubt heavily bullshitted. So far I haven't stooped to her level, and said a word to any of them, and hopefully I never will, unless something changes, but if they happen to reach out to me...we'll see.

 The beauty of it all is that there's a big, big difference in what she's already said about me, and what I could say about her. What she's said are lies, and what I'd say is the truth, and she knows it. Not only is it the truth, but I can back it up with airtight evidence, which takes both sides of the story out of the equation, and tells THE story. The truth wins every time, at least in the end. The bad guys know this. 

 It's hard to argue with airtight evidence, and I have what's called "damning evidence." I have recordings of some of the hideous fights my ex and I had, which fuel the narcissist's need to feel alive, and let's just say it's easy to tell who the monster is. Neither of us could spin it, lie or make excuses. As I've said, I know for a fact that this person wouldn't want these recordings to go public, because she tried recording one of our fights, but after about a minute of listening to it, she went pale, and couldn't delete it quickly enough.

 It just shows how deep their delusion and lies go. She thought she was going to prove that I was the asshole, the one hurling insults over nothing, the one taking it to a rather disturbing level, but it freaked her out to hear, in her own words, that it was really she who's the monster. She couldn't handle it at all. The truth made her turn a whiter shade of pale.  

 That's the beauty of not making your entire life a giant web of lies...the truth wipes it all away. They can deny the truth until their last breath, but they know deep down they're full of shit. They'll fight to maintain their fragile veil of bullshit, that they're good people, for as long as they can, but they know the truth will come out eventually. 

 I'd rather forget all about this, and her especially, but unfortunately, since all narcissists will continue to stalk their exes, to varying degrees, I can't just ignore it. Ask anyone who's been through it...they'll tell you. They're stalkers, and as we know, all stalkers are creepy, and some can be very dangerous. I hope these recordings will stay private, but I've had my limit. If anything else happens, and I'll know, I'll go public...with the truth. Have a nice day. 

Destiny?

It's funny the things that pop into your head that you thought you'd forgotten. Like most kids of the day, I was in an Air Band. It was probably second grade, give or take. There were three guitar players, and we all played lead. It was me, Denny Ragland and Billy Bolen. I'd open the front door and crank my portable record player as loud as it would go. We'd stand out on the porch and wail. 

 We played along to what I had. It was heavy on the British bands...The Beatles and Herman's Hermits and such, but I was bitten by da Funk Bug at age four, so I had a large collection of "black" music, such as Fifth Dimension and the Motown stuff. I hope I managed to put a bit of the Funk into those two white boys. I think I did. 

 We'd usually get a few of the neighborhood kids dropping by, and sometimes it'd turn into a party, with lemonade and stuff. Like most guys in Air Bands, my biggest fan was my mom. Dad was usually at work, but he caught our shows on the weekends. Mom usually watched from backstage, but sometimes she'd go out and talk to the neighbors. The other moms would come over too, and they were all buddies just like the kids. It was fun. We rocked-out. 

 One day we finished a song, to thunderous applause, and my mom told us that we were really good. Denny got a serious look on his face, and said "Thank you, Mrs. Simpson. We're good, but Kelly...he's got it. He could be in a real band." Were those prophetic words? As it turns out, yes. I knew that I'd love to play in a real band one day, and I had a feeling I might get a chance, but it was still fun to hear. Thanks Denny and Billy...and mom. Y'all rock. 

 
 

The Heebie-Jeebies #1,838: Creeped-Out in Broad Daylight

Yesterday I went for a walk and passed this guy who creeped me the fuck out, in the middle of the day. I saw him coming from a ways off, and he looked like Joe Normal. He was wearing khakis and a blue button-down. He had fairly short hair and a well-trimmed beard. 

 Normally when you pass someone, you exchange nods or hellos, and you usually at least make eye contact. Not so with this guy. I was looking away but as we were about to pass I looked at him and said hello. He didn't return it, or even look at me. 

That's one thing, but the look on his face was maybe one notch above the classic look on Jack Nicholson's face, when he's chilling-out at the end of The Shining. The only difference was that this guy wasn't crosseyed quite as much, but it was actually much more horrifying, because it wasn't a movie. His mouth was open in just the same way, and his scary eyes were narrowed, and fixed on something in the distance...somewhere else altogether maybe. 

 I was hoping and praying, literally, that he had some sort of learning disability or something, that made him look that way, but if not, I was really glad we were going opposite ways. Normally even street people or whatever don't bother me at all, but this guy was different, and I didn't expect that look from someone with his general appearance, but you never know. Speaking of praying, I'd have crossed myself if I were Catholic. 

 When I first saw his face I literally got chills. He looked like he wanted to hurt someone...and possibly eat them too. If he'd had a touch of face paint on and he'd been walking a little slower, he could've gotten a gig immediately, no audition, in any Zombie movie they could think about making. A few seconds after we passed, I turned around to make sure he was still going away, and I never do that. That's how creepy it was...in broad damn daylight. 

 If he has some sort of mental thing, then bless his heart. If not, he's got some issues. I've rarely seen an expression like his. It was the vibe more than the expression, and he gave me the Piss-Shakes. I've seen some scary fuckers in my day, and this guy is possibly the winner. It wasn't a regular anger. It looked demonic.

 If he doesn't have whatever, then he's a scary fuck, and if so it would seem to confirm what my main info guy said would happen, and that I mentioned, that soon we'll be able to tell what people are truly like on the inside, by just looking at the outside. I believe that, whether this guy was an example or not. I know lots of people who work with people with "disabilities," and I've met quite a few of them, including a few very disturbed individuals, and none of them looked like dude, not even close.

 Either way I hope he gets better, and I hope I never pass him again. That was one creepy fuck it was. Stay safe, and have a nice day. 
 

Yet Again More Shots Fired

We just heard gunfire, within two blocks. Ho-hum.
 

Problems with the Big Bang Theory?

Uh-oh...could the Big Bang Theory be full of holes? Looks that way. They say that science (SCIENCE) is in an uproar. Apparently new images from the new James Whatshisface telescope show several inconsistencies in the theory, which has always been just that- a theory.

 We "Truthers" have been saying forever that the Big Bang is bullshit, along with about 75% of everything else we've been told via the "Official Narrative." The universe absolutely could've been created out of nothing...the "Word" as some say, but there have always been inconsistencies with the Big Bang. 

 This is all new, and I haven't looked into it yet, but someone said that it had to do with light refracting in a way that didn't fit the model, and I think they said it also had to do with the size of some objects, or something like that. I'll find out more when it comes out. I love this stuff.

 I'd be surprised that they were releasing information like this, except for the timing. From what I've been learning over the last two decades or so, we're about to see not only a total shitshow in the sky, but also a total paradigm shift, and a total shakeup of our belief systems. It's going to put any Science (SCIENCE) Fiction story to shame. 

 I always tell people that I get that this stuff sounds crazy, but if it were me I'd create a file in my brain called the "I don't believe it for shit" file, and put it away, but not forget it. If unexplainable things should start to happen, at least you'll remember that you heard about it somewhere before, and it won't take you quite as much by surprise. 

 The Good Book says it will happen, and if you want to call it coincidence, along with the laundry list of things it talks about in Revelation- wars and rumors of wars, plagues, earthquakes in diverse places, hearts growing cold, people becoming lovers of self, evil being taken for good and good for evil, signs in the heavens and a handful of other things that haven't happened yet, then go right ahead. 

 Taking "religion" completely out of the picture, what I've learned and observed over the years, tells me exactly the same thing, and that's incredibly interesting. You look at trends, and you can make a pretty good guess where things are going. You just follow (not flatten) the curve. It's not rocket science (SCIENCE). 

 I say buckle-up, and pay close attention to the thing about "signs in the heavens." They're going to keep us distracted with things on the ground for as long as they can, but before too long, we'll ALL be looking up- and I'll stake what reputation I have on it. There's some heavy shit coming in. My advice? Get a little bit of extra food and water, find a neighbor with a gun and a Bible, and get right with God. Big Bang? Big Schmang. Have a nice day. 
 

Reeeeeeeeunion?

Will the Bid Greene band finally reeeeunite? Looks like it might. Last year we began talks, and had everything in place. We even started talking it up on fb. A couple of club owners saw the posts and said they'd book us sight unseen. That's a pretty solid endorsement. We used to pack the clubs in town, so it made sense from an economic standpoint, but I think we were a pretty fun band to go see. That's what we were told anyway. 

 Then the guitar player announced that his neck issues were so bad that he couldn't even lift his ax, much less play a gig, so we called it off. We discussed getting another guitar player, but that didn't get my vote. We already lost one guy, the irreplaceable Matt Kimbrell. So many bands will do reunions, but if they only have one or two of the original guys, it's not really the same band any more.  

 The guitarist and I became really close toward the end of the band, and since he's moved back into town we've gotten closer. I'm honored to know him. I've been following his progress with his neck, and I turned him on to the TENS unit, which he says has really helped. He recently got an electric that isn't a 3/4 scale, but it's a few inches shorter in the neck, so it's lighter than a regular guitbox.

 Looks like we might possibly get the ball rolling again, and a couple of us may get together and hammer out some tunes. If it goes well we'll get everybody else and start working on things. If it doesn't happen though, I know I'll be doing some more playing, even if it's on a limited basis. I'd play in a Monkees tribute band at this point...I don't care. Just give me music. I just heard of a country club band looking for a drummer, but I can't really commit right now, plus it's six nights a week, and that makes it like punching a timeclock- it's just a job. There's a Reggae band looking for a drummer, and that'd be fun. I can fake Reggae pretty well. Gimme a Polka band...it doesn't really matter as long as I'm playing music. 

 Time will tell, but music is on the horizon, and I'm thrilled. As Zappa said, "Music is the best." Amen.

 

Funny Drug Stories #82,622,975,972: Comparing Notes/Magic Wallpaper

It is said that the problem with the world is that one half of the people in it cannot understand the pleasures of the other. I love that quote, but after hearing this story, I might add "One half of the druggies cannot understand the drugs of the other." This story cracked me up, but not punchline-wise. It's deep on so many levels.

 So this guy I know, whom I'll call "Joe," got busted years ago for selling sheets outside of a Dead show, in Colorado I think. They took him to the pokey, and put him in with a guy who'd just been busted for meth. They got to talking, and told each other what substance they'd gotten busted for.

 "Sheets" are sheets of paper, maybe 1' square, and perforated into roughly 1/4" squares that can be torn off. Each square has one dose of acid, whatever that is. Each sheet has at least a couple-hundred squares I think, but I haven't seen one since the Dead were still alive. 

 If you were going to a show in a new town, you'd know you were getting close, because when you got to the last few miles of the main road leading to the venue, people would be on the side of the road, waving colorful handfuls of paper around, yelling "SHEETS!" It was wild. Maybe that's how a few of them got busted. 

 Sheets usually have amazing artwork, as you can see if you Google them. People collect them, and they even make dummy sheets, which contain no product, but look just like the originals, some printed in the same batch, which is interesting. I doubt I'd collect much drug paraphernalia, maybe roach clips, for old times' sake, but I wouldn't mind having a coffee table book with some of the artwork from sheets.

 They'd never tried each other's drug of choice, and were in fact frightened of them. Meth and acid are night and day, except that both can make you hallucinate. Joe probably already knew all he cared to know about meth, but the other guy was curious about acid, and had some questions.

 All he knew was that it made you "see shit," and he wasn't too sure about that, but he wanted to know about effects, duration, cost, etc. Joe told him a little about it, but it was probably like trying to describe Origami to a fish, as someone once said. He said that it wasn't a typical "party drug." The last thing Joe tried to do was sell him on the idea of trying it. Some people are better off not knowing what that deal is. I'm not promoting the use of ANY drugs at ANY time, but if you're afraid to take a psychedelic, then don't. 

 They got to the subject of cravings, addiction, withdrawals and such, and that's where the paths of those two drugs really diverged. Meth guy was starting to jones, and was saying that he wished he could take a few hits, and he assumed that it was the same situation for Joe. "Don't you wish you had a hit of acid right now?" he asked Joe. I'm sure Joe at least grinned, and he said "That's the last thing I'd want right now." 

 The dude was incredulous. The idea of a drug that technically doesn't have any craving, withdrawal or addiction issues, and one that you don't take every day, was completely alien to him. "Really?" he said. "Yep" said Joe. "You mean, if this whole wall right here was covered in hits of acid, you wouldn't take one?" "Nope" said Joe. That cracked me up. I could picture a prison cell, wallpapered with sheets of acid. 

 Oddly enough I'm pretty sure that the charges for acid are much worse than for meth. That's strange, considering the long-term effects of each. Meth, along with coke, heroin, PCP and a few others, is on my list of what I call the "stupid drugs," and probably #1. I have to say here that I completely disagree with the idea they promote in most of the traditional rehab programs, that says basically that a drug is a drug, and no drug is worse than another. 

 That's a joke. Besides the fact that you can't OD on weed, as much as you might like smoking it and hate running out, you're about a trillion times less likely to hold up a 7-11 to get money for a dime bag of weed than any of the others. While I'm ranting away, forget what they say about reefer completely. The true "gateway drug" is ALCOHOL, period. 

 Anyway, meth guy got a little education (Just say No), and that had to be an interesting conversation, all things considered. Joe knew I'd really get off on that story, and I appreciate that. Don't do drugs! 

 

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"What kind of music does your dad like?" "Whatever sucks."- unknown
 

Well-Timed Poots (rewritten)

Sometimes farts can be inconvenient, such as on a first date or in church or the library, and there's only so many times you can blame it on the dog, but sometimes it's a different story altogether, and memories can be made.

 One day I was in line at the supermarket, in front of two sweet little old ladies. One of them picked up a bottle of Beano from the impulse-buy rack. "I hear this stuff works pretty well" she said. "Have you ever tried it?" "No, I haven't" said her friend. At that very moment I felt a heavy "knock at the door' down below, and I knew I had a huge fart "in the chamber," as my buddy Rusty used to say. 

 I'd planned to release it in the parking lot, but opportunity struck. One of the ladies turned to me and said "Excuse me sonny. Have you ever tried Beano?" "Oh, no ma'am" I said loudly, as the cashier handed me my change. "I'd miss the gas." I let loose a huge fart, and walked out of the store grinning. Everyone around us burst out laughing. You can't buy memories like that. Timing is everything.