Love looking at old pictures of L.A. Here's the corner of Pico and Western a few years ago:

Love looking at old pictures of L.A. Here's the corner of Pico and Western a few years ago:: Love looking at old pictures of L.A. Here's the corner of Pico and Western a few years ago:

Weird Al share old pics.

What I Didn't Do Today...

Usually when we have sex, we want to go brag and get drunk and smoke. Lately, I drive around, (in life in general), and not wanting any thing, I don't do much. It is enough simply to search for something to eat, eat, and buy a thing or four. And, usually more than that, much to my chagrin, but not always. Some times I'm quite happy with my manic spending spree. Yes, I do quite well with deals and organizing my time, getting things done. I like to think my days as a Production Ass (in Hollow-Wood), trained me to sort my trips out, so that I'd get as much stuff done in one stop as most do in 9 to 24. Productive!

Boo-Hoo, Tom's Depressed

Ok so maybe tom's depressed, but so what? Sorry Clint, it's going to take more than everyone of us giving up our Toyota's and Honda's to buy up GM's, to save us now. Syria's on Fire! Israel will sooner or later lash out on Iran, maybe before Summer, and I don't care how many Gung-Ho 'blockbuster' ACTUAL Seal Team Members used in filming, 'let's go kill us some 'enemy' over there', films are made, that I won't endure, when the real evil is within. Patriot Act still going strong. Prisons in the U.S., still being made, they're ready for all of us to revolt.
{From The Handheld}

MAYBE THIS WILL DO IT

My hand's got cracks all the time on the fingers. The local nuclear power plant's got leaks. And, I'm just killing time here, trying to find out why it is I feel so crappy. Oxygen? Lack thereof? I never wanted to...
Can't finish a sentence. Went by hardware store just now. Picked up 2 things. I'm really broke now. But, in my looking and checking things, I may just improve my lot by simplifying my Pad wants needs, and that Pen, I'll just get when I can and not have to worry about...it or anything else really. What am I saying? I can't sit in that chair by the computer and write. My ass hurts. I drift off mentally, can't focus, and I just waste my time. Can't easily realize what it is I want to say or search for, do it, get it done, then get off and Turn everything down, and get some sleep. Desperately need my sleep.
Ah, shit. My ticket. My confirmation. It's all in spanish. I need to call them up and confirm what to do. Get my printer working. (Needs new ink, not a new printer.) Print Pass from Home 72 hours before? And get into LAX, 3 hours ahead of time. Say, it's going to be busy. Oh hey. Oy!
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One Cheap Ugly Thing Turns Into The Other

Don't sleep much because I'm stressing. I stress because I don't sleep. I get depressed and I don't even know it. I'm too stupid to know, that, 'that', is what it is, what I'm facing. (I guess. I dunno.) It's been here all my life.
Think of my friend not so far away, and it's difficult for me to visit. It's too much. There's a psychological 'barrier' as it were with me there and it, and I don't know why. I don't breathe very well all throughout the night.
Even during the day, I stop breathing from time to time, and it adds up. Get busy, do, and it's right, wonderful, but if you mess with my logic, I blow up, typically, on you. Who's at fault? You? Me? My 'physicality'?
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HERE

Seems to me, I've got a title on this blog with such a heading. Well, this one's different. I've not much time and even less to impart, what, I've not even considered beforehand. Oh well. Done.
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How I Wish

Left our party early. Dunno why exactly. Ate well, up to a point, and then I ate crap, and had to leave, big time. I felt like crap. So sad lonely tired. Didn't know just what to do. My eyes were weepy. Had to leave. Didn't care. Just, left. Didn't say any thing to any one, and I don't think any one noticed. Felt like a ghost at my own funeral, or wake. Sad. Terrible. Ineffectual. How I wish I could have rewound the thing, started over, in a great mood, and enjoyed myself. Couldn't Can't Didn't Won't Don't. How I wish...nothing. Nothing now. Now I don't care. I'm here, I want some great food and good company, but I don't care. I want to write all the words down in order, that I thought about exactly as they came, this morning. I don't want to make something else up. I want exact, what I had, to come flowing, through pen, I like, exact, and know, and KNOW I know. The End.
{From The Handheld}

Simple Fix

And so, to fix the thing, because it didn't say or tell me directly in an email: Hey, we're changing the way you email mobile, I had to go in and find out for my self. Well, I changed the address in the Contacts file, and hope is, I won't have to keep now answering my computer's prompt here for which address? Because I deleted or changed the old one. So, how do I do that? Keep the BB here from asking me which one? I typed it already, and it popped out both with a window, asking...ah well, as long as the site accepts my addresses. That's the main thing. I went into the web site settings and selected Post Immediately for the options to these emails I send. And then just changed, but I guess maybe I shouldn't have, because now and maybe forever it will ask? Well, it wasn't on there, the secret words box, a box literally said that, and I was considering, well, let's think of something clever to put in there? Do I need to? What was there before? So. Here we go. Post!
{From The Handheld}

I Would Love To Be Able To

Kick people in the face, in the head, whenever they make you feel uncomfortable. They probably deserve it, and they have NO right making You, Mr Wisdom, Miss Innocent, out of sorts. A good quick blow to the noggin, which puts them out, allows for slow memory recovery, or none at all, is just what all these idjit-galoots deserve. Where do they get off, you know? Obviously not at the previous stop, which is where they'd be (Away from your proximity.), if they'd gone and done the sensible thing. But, they're not sensible folk, are they? That's why they're in your face, getting frustrated, then taking it out on you. Stupid.
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IT'S TIME!

OK. Enough! Time to END the Patriot Act. Stop all the fecking feckless corn-fed dog-shiite policies (foreign and domestic), and get back to business. Real Good Business. Good Neighbor Policies, etc. Do it. Do it Right. Do It Right NOW!!!

Facebook vs Twitter

The action is on Twitter. People are funnier. Both tend to ignore you however, unless you're super clever, or insulting.

THIS IS THIS

This is this, this is this. What the hell does that mean? This is this? It's not something else, Stanley. Not something else.
The Deer Hunter. A movie by Michael Cimino, was a real nut-cracker for people when it came out. Real good flick. American's dealing with Viet Nam, the war and how it affected us, in a small Pennsylvania town. Yeah. Impact. Crazy. Damn. Good film. Should see it again. If you've not. You should. It's not meant as any disrespect for any one who has served in the Military. It's just about people and their dealing with the crap of life. Real good, even or in spite of the dramatics of the piece. I mean, it is a movie after all. Every thing in that form, or book or play has a sort of arch drama to it...heightning things, presenting ideas emotions, trying to get keep you involved. Some times things work. Some times they do not. I tell ya, this one for the most part all works. Pretty much. Enjoy. The Deer Hunter.

The Last Hour, A DRAG!

That last hour before your parentals left for the weekend to leave you alone, was always a drag, completely the worst. You did yourself no favor by starting in early on your misdeeds, or, even waiting 45 minutes. Your best bet was to sit quietly or take a shower and clean your room, even then waiting at least 1\2 hour after they left, just to be sure.
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STOP IT ALREADY!!!

OKAY! Right then. No more confessional CEO AD’s on TV, saying how we’re human, behind you, and every thing’s going to be okay. Sure, there’s plenty of oil in the U.S., in the North of America, but so what? For all that steam processing to get the shale out of the ground and into something useful, it’s going to kill us 4 thousand times over. And, 2030 is not that far away, right? We won’t have the infrastructure, the biosphere to subsist, much less exist. STOP IT ALREADY! And stop killing people over seas just to get oil in the guise of we’re doing this for democrazy. Whose? Yours? Mine? OURS? Certainly not THEIRS! That’s imperialism, insanity! STOP IT ALREADY!!

Why do we have to pay good money out for people who just can’t live alongside one another? People who say they’re so damned oppressed and crucified, HA! In the court of public opinion, that have camps for others they say are always hitting them first, and, we’re only retaliating because they bombed us. Well, who has them in Camps? Sections of the city you supposedly control and maintain with guns and razor wire? F-THAT, and F-YOU!! STOP IT ALREADY! I say the whole place is holy. Okay. Right. On that we agree, right?
Okay. FENCE THE PLACE OFF. KICK EVERY ONE OUT! NO ONE IS ALLOWED IN OR OUT, PERIOD! Install 20’ tall fencing, topped with glass and barbed wire that is electrified, and that if some one so much as goes within 10 feet of it, they’re reduced to ash, much like those “Ground Snakes” fire works you can still get at or around fireworks times in the U.S.A. Yes, you’re ground snakes, dark gray ash material. Vaporized I’d like to see. Lasers on turrets doing the trick, auto-magically. It’s holy after all, right? Right! Stop it already! We’re borrowing money from China to exist. We’re invading other countries like cysts or cancerous lesions, it’s crazy. WHY? To root out terror, evil? We’re the terrorists! We’re the EVIL! It’s US! Why are we going in for their oil? To bankrupt them? It’s bankrupting US, dumb-shits! Stop It Already!!

Thought I Was Going To Sierra Nevada

Went on a trip today. That's about the size of it. Went on a trip today and while I thought for sure the GOLD LINE Metro Rail was finished and was going to go the whole route, I went what I could and spent not a lot of money, but had one hell of a day just riding trains.
First a Japanese light rail Vehicle. Then, an Italian one. Next came the Deutsche, or German one...and that was the nice clean (newest) bugger of all three rail Vehicles that Los Angeles Metro Rail has. Quiet as well. By far the most quiet of the three. Most clean and new things are. But not all. Some clean and new things don't work worth a crap or damn or whatever. But not any of these trains. They ALL worked quite well, regardless of where they were "from". The Japanese trains had seats made in Canada. I don't know exactly where the others came from. Doesn't matter. Same bit of ugly multi-colored fuzzy carpet on the backs and seats. Majorly Dodger blue with colored balls on them, the colors of the various trains, and on the maps and route indicator placards, there are round colored circles on them with the same color scheme. Coincidence? DEFINITELY! They didn't plan this crap, no freaking way!
Guess I'll drive to Temecula tomorrow...or something like that. Maybe not. I'll let you know.

The Man With No Point

NEED seven 8 or at least three beers right about now. Acually 9 hours of sunlight just like this and this much warmth. I don't need any noise, just the ringing in my ears. I don't want any one calling me but for to come over and put some serious fox on my pox. I don't know otherwise. She won't call. Never did. But how is it she was insanely intense on me? Laughing, throwing her head back. What did she think? Who am I? That's what I was considering. Who am I? What am I doing here and when am I going to go back? When will I be able to? It's depressing, I tell you. All I want to do here is sit and read, and I can't even do that!

Sam Juan Hill

‪‪  "What in Sam Hill has gotten into you?" My Mother used to say. And "Jimminy Cricket!"
I consider 'ON' would be more apropos, no? What ON Sam Hill...if it's a Hill, and not...what, a person? Right. So, you know, San Juan. That was the Hill they stormed 'ON', right? WRONG! It was another next to it, a hummock, [Kettle Hill] that sounded less interesting, and so San Juan it was. Like, "He's Dead, Jim. He's dead." Okay. Proof! You don't need it. Take my word for it, all right? We don't do that kind of thing around here. Well, well, yes, in fact we do. But so what? When you go to get your passport, you get money to the original source, and they sort of make an original for you. And that's not a long form, and no one bitches and moans about it. In time your passport arrives, and these days, with an RFID. You could get a long/record of ... but that wouldn't be necessary. Because it just isn't. The long thing is something else. Part and parcel of your birth record, but so what? Jimminy Cricket! People, there are more important issues at stake. We're killing in Afghanistan; Cambodia, Laos, Paris, Paraguay, Iran, Syria, Iraq; wherever there's oil, right? People are being beaten at Sporting events for no good reason...and, as if there were a good one? What then? It's a Sporting event. We're all here/there to watch a show. Leave one another be. What in or on Sam Juan Hill, has gotten into you, onto us?‬
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COLD

Ate Chicken Fried Steak, Green Beans, Mashed Potato and gravy. Had 4 small dinner rolls and some iced tea. Yet, am cold. I should be plenty warm, but I'm cold. It might be that I have a tiny abrasion on my skull, something to cry about, because my skull has been on fire these past few days, but nothing I put on would stop the itch. Tried several sprays and aloe-tea tree mix salves, and just nothing has done it...except caffeine, had a lot of late and that's even helped my pulled muscle or what as that on my right side, what pop-popped a week ago I can't say, but it's on/from a side I've had problems with from time to time, leaning over and bumping things and causing pain for about a month, which takes its time to abate. Whatever. Who cares? I scraped the skull just before going in for our meal out on the town this evening. Oh well. Hockey game in 25 minutes. Wish I had a beer and someone to have sex with. A large beer. An average sized, good-looking woman, who knows what I want, and can take care of me, with minor intervention on my part. I enjoy a smart woman, I must say.
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There We Go

There we go. Had a pot of coffee yesterday, last night in fact, and STILL went pretty much right to bed. I've not had a pot of coffee (about 4 or 5 cups on this one), in years! Last I did that, I was up all night, walked to Hillsdale Shopping Center from my home in Foster City, and had the worst diarrhea anyone has ever known. It was two pots of espresso beans, and I was all by my self trying to write or not be bored or something. Dangerous either way, I tell you!
Went asleep last night with a pain in my head that visits today as well, and a pain that jumped on my chest at the last minute before slumber. (Chest pain, indigestion, is not evident now.)
I had been up super late the night before, and got up fairly early, and so I was going up doing most of the day with friends and some coffee, not a whole lot, but had some booze as well. 3 small beers, one, a Dos Equis 'amber' (headache inducer I think, but allergies do it most), and a Pacifico, which I enjoy more, then a pint bottle of extra hoppy stuff from Coronado, CA.
Then, later on, some Laprohaig whisky, and a Nat Sherman cigar. I only had a small snifter glass of the hard stuff, and a cube of ice with that. The cigar was good and bad, and I smoked it furiously as far down as I could. Tasting wet nasty-assed dirty tray flavored every now and again. Oh, well!
Couldn't concentrate or even relax much by myself then to watch some TV I'd recorded. I deleted several after only a few minutes. Was so bored. It's okay, but my headache...persists. Wish I could just you know, get on a plane or train in first class and have phone and tablet I want need and service that's as advertised, and just read and write and post away! I have so many too many fricken things to read, and not enough people to read me, or pay my way through this wonky syrupy sludge of an inexplicable, confusing existence. Enjoy!!
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HEADACHE

HEADACHE. I mean HEADACHE. Wish it was because I've not had a cup of coffee for three days in a row but such is not the case. Wish it was because I have not had 6 or 8 small sized solid milk chocolate candy Easter Eggs, but such is not true. No. I've got a headache the size of Milwaukee and I don't know the culprit. I see all right. I haven't been reading...been in the house and I'm a little off. Don't know why.
This is the first journal entry in here in a while. I don't know why. I can't get my brain around it. I don't have the mobile blog effort going. I can't blog there. I don't know how/why. It's annoying. I could text if I could get it going but don't want to text blog. That's DUMB. Besides, the links they tell you to go to and what to do to get it going, doesn't work so far...so, F that...besides, I don't need to be texting in my posts. The blog is for sentences and paragraphs. Concepts. Things. Ideas. Stories! So, they don't happen with Tweets. Which is what texting is to me. I don't want to use all my Texts for the month on this.