The Word Was Psychothrasonical and So it Became

Psychothronical means something is 'hysterically boastful' and there are too many current examples to list but the loudest have been in Washington of late.

Ed:  ripping off Vonnegut's style again?

Shamelessly.


The political examples are many but another is any Kardashian and ...

Ed:  how is she hysterical?

She doesn't seem so but there's a parade of pictures from her asking, 'wanna see my nipples?'

'Well, you can't.'

Yah, that looks hysterical.

Note:  unless she is like a chimpanzee and has two nipples per breast, we suspect there is nothing particularly unusual about them.


Another was when Clinton said Putin has a personal grudge against her and that's why he ordered the hacking of the election; he wanted to alter the result in favor of Trump just as a payback ... like it's NASCAR or some such.  It's probably not possible to get any more psychothrasonical than that.

NASCAR is cooler than she will ever be as there's no bluffing at two hundred miles per hour.


Ed:  you're omitting Trump!

He's actually got some basis for his braggadocio in pulling off one of the greatest political stunts America may ever see.  Six months or so back they thought Clinton only had to show up to collect her crown and he outfoxed that machine altogether.  Regardless of any evaluation of him, he did do that.

Ed:  he's a shameless braggart!

Fair enough but this one he really did.  You know I don't stand up for him but I've got to admire the outrage of the stunt and that he pulled it off.  Fark!  Ain't that somethin'.


Some of you know how it goes with wind in the face and you have known how it goes when you're doing something so damn dangerous most will never know it.  The thought isn't active in your head but you know any mistake will likely make you dead so you either maintain or slow the hell down.

If bluffing meant anything to you, that wind in the face would mean nothing as you could just talk shit online and no-one would know the difference ... but you don't.

I've got my limit and I know it but Lotho blew past me like a literal blue streak and he would because his bike was a blue Yamaha FZ1000.  His limit is higher but that wasn't a competition; that was wind in the face on a beautiful day.

Mystery Lady was in on that one and I'm not sure she ever knew how fast we were going.  There's no need to change that now, it's just that high speed should be elegant or you're probably not doing it right.


Dayum, that trips it for measured leans on the Harley into turns on country roads which were not at race speeds but rather this was country motoring.  Picture it on a warm Spring day and the shadows from the trees on the road aren't posing any problems.  Lean her down a measure in the corner and then power out of it ... I know you know that sound and how it feels.

Ed:  is it worth getting busted all to hell as you did sometimes?

Nothing's worth that and the question makes no sense.  Getting busted all to hell is the consequence of making mistakes rather than specifically what anyone may have been doing at the time.

Maybe you're Minnesota Fats and you get hit on the head by a bad bounce from an errant cue ball.  You're still croaked.


I cast about unsuccessfully for something extravagant to acquire and thought, hmmm, computer driving games were highly-realistic when I saw somebody demo one.  It might even have been Doc a long time ago.  I seriously don't play computer games (larfs).

Then I saw the Playstation 4 is at least $400.  The game looked well-regarded for an F1 simulation at about $35 ... but ... then you need the Ferrari steering wheel with all manner of buttons and lights at about $800 and you also need the Ferrari foot pedals for about another $400.

That's all to play a computer game?  Unless I can win a gold mine, I'm not bloody interested!  (larfs)

I don't have anywhere near that kind of money but I wouldn't do it even if I did.


No-one I know hit F1 skills although Lotho pushed it out the furthest with going to something of a Grand Prix motorcycle school.  He said those guys were too crazy even for him and he's the best rider I know.  He is not psychothrasonical and the evidence being he is not long since a deader from those maniac ways.

He knew the county and township jails all around Cincinnati and always for the same thing:  extremely high rates of speed.  That was never in combination with intoxication or he would have become an ex-rider a long time ago.

He might have changed his ways just a wee bit.


The latest thinking for extravagance is Skyline chili.  Please, please don't regard this as pleading for presents.  This is teasing myself with the idea of six fifteen-ounce cans of Skyline chili.

Please don't send it anyway since that would say, screw it ... I know he was really begging anyway (larfs).

It's delicious to tantalize myself with it because it does need the analysis for all kinds of boring reasons.  It does satisfy the first parameter since Yevette loves the stuff too and much more than Texas chili so she has been saved and will get into Heaven now.  Since she digs it too, that makes it satisfactorily socialist.  Then it needs the value analysis and ...

Ed:  you're not seriously going to spill that here?

Nah.  The only thing spilling is a bit of the pasta from the bottom of the plate with a layer of Skyline chili on that plus a layer of onions and then shredded cheddar on top.

How's that for a teaser, mates?  (larfs)

If you know that pleasure, possibly I have planted a seed and nothing else will satisfy it but a four-way and only from Skyline.