On Richard Prior.
Richard, I will miss you. You were my first exposure to adult humor. I will never forget my first listen through one of your records. (Bicentennial Nigger)My friends and I memorized every word, and would say lines to each other over and over again, it brought years of smiles.
Thank you.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Friday, December 09, 2005
a little fiction.. just for a change of pace.
He was perhaps 35 although he looked older due to the careworn lines of time at the corners of his eyes and the grey that was starting to show its way through on him temples.
The coffee house was in Amsterdam, it was an actual café’ as opposed to the “coffee houses” that make Amsterdam so popular with the younger American tourists.
It was June, and early morning, the smell of the canals, the “coffee houses” and the ladies of the night, sweet and fragrant, were still in the air from last night, and all the nights before.
The thought what a wonderful place, the people so friendly and open, and his mind drifted to a Van Gough painting, perhaps it was sunflowers.
There was a big show of Van Gough at the museum, “I really have to see that” he thought as he picked up and nibbled at the sweet cake set before him.
That was when the dark man walked in. A presence so imposing it seems to blot out the light of the early morning. Framed in the smallish doorway, his bulk was impressive, but not so much as to give you this eerie feeling, that always seemed to accompany his entering a room.
The sun behind him kept his face hidden in shadow, and he moved swiftly to the table.
Without sitting or so much as bending down the dark man tossed an envelope onto the table, his gravely voice shooing away the waitress, he shifted his bulk so as to seem to loom over our man.
“Here take the fucking thing.” Was all he said.
Then as if carried on the morning air currents he faded from the room.. out the door and down the street, to wherever evil like that lives.
“Jesus, Jacob not again”. Our man said as he picked up the envelop and shoved it into a breast pocket.
Jacob Smith was a former “government man” now a “freelancer” with a taste for art and wine, that far exceeded what his measly government “retirement checks” would allow.
…………
Okay enough fiction for today.
Come back again.. and maybe I will let you know what is in the envelope.
The coffee house was in Amsterdam, it was an actual café’ as opposed to the “coffee houses” that make Amsterdam so popular with the younger American tourists.
It was June, and early morning, the smell of the canals, the “coffee houses” and the ladies of the night, sweet and fragrant, were still in the air from last night, and all the nights before.
The thought what a wonderful place, the people so friendly and open, and his mind drifted to a Van Gough painting, perhaps it was sunflowers.
There was a big show of Van Gough at the museum, “I really have to see that” he thought as he picked up and nibbled at the sweet cake set before him.
That was when the dark man walked in. A presence so imposing it seems to blot out the light of the early morning. Framed in the smallish doorway, his bulk was impressive, but not so much as to give you this eerie feeling, that always seemed to accompany his entering a room.
The sun behind him kept his face hidden in shadow, and he moved swiftly to the table.
Without sitting or so much as bending down the dark man tossed an envelope onto the table, his gravely voice shooing away the waitress, he shifted his bulk so as to seem to loom over our man.
“Here take the fucking thing.” Was all he said.
Then as if carried on the morning air currents he faded from the room.. out the door and down the street, to wherever evil like that lives.
“Jesus, Jacob not again”. Our man said as he picked up the envelop and shoved it into a breast pocket.
Jacob Smith was a former “government man” now a “freelancer” with a taste for art and wine, that far exceeded what his measly government “retirement checks” would allow.
…………
Okay enough fiction for today.
Come back again.. and maybe I will let you know what is in the envelope.
Swifty and Nix (You know Nix and Swifty sounds liek a hell of a hollywood duo.. like Butch and Sundance)
Nix is a film nut.. we all know that, for those of you who are new here (yes both of you) Swifty is a film maker.. can you think of two better people to introduce? I can’t.
Today, was a real tooth puller.. I was bored to death all day.. and was still working steadily.. I think this may be a sign that a move to Fiji is in the cards. (I need some excitment!)
I am having a hard time wrapping my little brain around how small a world we live on.
I have this friend (my first love really) whom I have not seen since (about) 1998. We completely lost touch.. even through third parties.. I mean nothing.. no touch at all!
In the last year, she has flown over my office, while landing in my home town, and then again while leaving.
My office is literally at the end of a run way.
I now live nearly 2000 miles from where we were when we were “friends”. She had no way of knowing I was here, as we had lost track of each other, over the years. So no, she was not stalking me.. or coming to see me when she flew over, that would make this story kinda lame huh?
Over the years I have thought back fondly on the time we were friends, really it was about one year in which we were “together” (for lack of a better term.. long story don’t ask)
We were just kids really.. I was 15 and 16 she was a little younger.
It just blows my mind to know that we were only a few hundred yards from one another and never knew it.
I wonder if those were the days when memories of times spent together were coming up into the conscious from the subconscious mind.. (I know t a little too mystical, for me or most of my readers).. but really what are the odds?
Think back nearly 20 years to someone you knew that has since moved away, far far away, someone you have not talked to or heard of directly in 20 years.. okay got that picture? Now imagine then driving by your office or house, a couple of times in the last 12 months.. it’s just freaky.
In the last few weeks I have made contact with a few people from my past, strange enough I found out one had relatives here in my little city 2000 miles away, and another had relatives that lived in a town 80 miles north of there, and that both have been known to visit, my little city. (And believe me this is a small city.. about the size of St Paul MN. (A little smaller even I think).
Then I get mad.. why you ask, well it’s my wife. She would be completely freaked out if she knew I was talking to “girls” from my past, even from 20 odd years ago! Now women with husbands and children of there own. (For CHRISAKE).
I think the one thing I would ask for , if I could change any one thing about my current wife, is that she could get excited about any of the things I am excited about.. her life has been a long string of chaos and defeat, I think she may not be able to get excited over anything anymore.. I would love to be able to tell her these remarkable stories. But I know she would only accuse me of wanting to F one of them or all of them at once.. fucking shame really.
(Keep in mind this is the same woman that asked me 1 – 10 times a day if I fucked anyone while I was in Europe on my last business trip, this went on for a month before I went, with lots of pouting, and for about 2 months after my return.. I would have just been happy for her, if she got to travel to Europe with her job.. I guess that makes me unusual???)
Okay ‘nuff of that.. lets get back to the meat of the story..
I am unsure how much to write here about these women from my past.. like I said they all have husbands and kids now, and I don’t know if one of there spouses is as fucking nutty as mine is when it comes to possession. SO I will leave this in broad stroke generalities. The names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent.
(The following portion of this blog has disapeared due to mysterious circumstances.. it was last seen heading south on a fully loaded 1995 Alpacha (It's like a LLama but different)
We believe ths portion of the blogosphere to be armend and dangerous, please do not attempt to aprehend this part of the blog if you shoud see it roaming the roads adn interstates of this great land of ours.
This has been a public saftey announcment brough to you by the letters Q and the number 69.
Now bugger off!
Today, was a real tooth puller.. I was bored to death all day.. and was still working steadily.. I think this may be a sign that a move to Fiji is in the cards. (I need some excitment!)
I am having a hard time wrapping my little brain around how small a world we live on.
I have this friend (my first love really) whom I have not seen since (about) 1998. We completely lost touch.. even through third parties.. I mean nothing.. no touch at all!
In the last year, she has flown over my office, while landing in my home town, and then again while leaving.
My office is literally at the end of a run way.
I now live nearly 2000 miles from where we were when we were “friends”. She had no way of knowing I was here, as we had lost track of each other, over the years. So no, she was not stalking me.. or coming to see me when she flew over, that would make this story kinda lame huh?
Over the years I have thought back fondly on the time we were friends, really it was about one year in which we were “together” (for lack of a better term.. long story don’t ask)
We were just kids really.. I was 15 and 16 she was a little younger.
It just blows my mind to know that we were only a few hundred yards from one another and never knew it.
I wonder if those were the days when memories of times spent together were coming up into the conscious from the subconscious mind.. (I know t a little too mystical, for me or most of my readers).. but really what are the odds?
Think back nearly 20 years to someone you knew that has since moved away, far far away, someone you have not talked to or heard of directly in 20 years.. okay got that picture? Now imagine then driving by your office or house, a couple of times in the last 12 months.. it’s just freaky.
In the last few weeks I have made contact with a few people from my past, strange enough I found out one had relatives here in my little city 2000 miles away, and another had relatives that lived in a town 80 miles north of there, and that both have been known to visit, my little city. (And believe me this is a small city.. about the size of St Paul MN. (A little smaller even I think).
Then I get mad.. why you ask, well it’s my wife. She would be completely freaked out if she knew I was talking to “girls” from my past, even from 20 odd years ago! Now women with husbands and children of there own. (For CHRISAKE).
I think the one thing I would ask for , if I could change any one thing about my current wife, is that she could get excited about any of the things I am excited about.. her life has been a long string of chaos and defeat, I think she may not be able to get excited over anything anymore.. I would love to be able to tell her these remarkable stories. But I know she would only accuse me of wanting to F one of them or all of them at once.. fucking shame really.
(Keep in mind this is the same woman that asked me 1 – 10 times a day if I fucked anyone while I was in Europe on my last business trip, this went on for a month before I went, with lots of pouting, and for about 2 months after my return.. I would have just been happy for her, if she got to travel to Europe with her job.. I guess that makes me unusual???)
Okay ‘nuff of that.. lets get back to the meat of the story..
I am unsure how much to write here about these women from my past.. like I said they all have husbands and kids now, and I don’t know if one of there spouses is as fucking nutty as mine is when it comes to possession. SO I will leave this in broad stroke generalities. The names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent.
(The following portion of this blog has disapeared due to mysterious circumstances.. it was last seen heading south on a fully loaded 1995 Alpacha (It's like a LLama but different)
We believe ths portion of the blogosphere to be armend and dangerous, please do not attempt to aprehend this part of the blog if you shoud see it roaming the roads adn interstates of this great land of ours.
This has been a public saftey announcment brough to you by the letters Q and the number 69.
Now bugger off!
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Shameless promotion of a fellow blogger.. swifty!
http://swiftywriting.blogspot.com/
Check him out.. he likes fim (I just ignore his unhealthy obsession with Dawn Yang)
Check him out.. he likes fim (I just ignore his unhealthy obsession with Dawn Yang)
NixEclips eclipses Dawn Yang and Bruna Bianco in a no holds barred grudge F.. match
Lookie.. lookie all y’all biotches!
What is in 3rd? NIXECLIPS in all his sick and psychopathic glory!
What is above Nixie? Well Gmal and Squidoo.. who is less popular than Nixie? DAWN YANG! Jenifer Aniston, Bruna Bianco and all of you!!
That’s right for a moment on December 8th Nixeclips was more popular than any other cyber ho out there in the whole fucking blogosphere!
So this is for every one on the planet that said Nix would never amount to anything.. SUCK ON THIS all YOU BITCHES!
Nix, I am happy to have helped you obtain your 15 minutes of fame.
Rock on you sick freak!
Nix says” Bruna Bianco.. I had her.”
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