Hot Damn, Now She's as Skittish as a Filly in a Field Full of Locoweed

You have no interest at all in a Kensington Turbo Mouse trackball but it'll get to draggin' as slowly as a Commencement address so it needs some cleanin' to get the furballs out of the roller cavity.  The sluggish mouse movement which was the original problem goes to the Trackball going fast, fast, fast and that's when that expression occurred to me.

Ed:  you nabbed that from a movie

Nope, I don't think so and maybe I wouldn't remember but for me it's about sticking parts together which seem like they find mutual joy joy feelings.

Ed:  the blather now is just because you liked the line about the filly and didn't want to throw it away?

Yep


That line will apply to SO many things so do have a ball with that.  As you say it, push back the cowboy hat a little to scratch your forehead and then let it rip, "Hot damn, Earl.  She's as skittish as a filly in a field full of locoweed."

Note:  that's not reefer (WIKI: Locoweed)


There's really not much of a segue from this since locoweed is sometimes used synonymously with reefer but it's not.  The same people will often call it wacky tobaccky too.  I'm not getting any joy joy feelings from that since it's just dumb.


For me the phrase applies immediately to The Guardian since they have a number of skittish fillies pretending to be intellectuals as they patronize the holy fuck out of anyone silly enough to entertain the idea of going anywhere near them.  Chucking intellectualism right out the store window, there's the Daily Mail since there's nothing on the planet which objectifies women more than that sleaze bucket hellhole.

That's the world's capital of side boob, under boob, and top boob photography and more than likely that's coming from skittish fillies since males typically tend toward the immediate objectification in lad's mags such as "Penthouse."  You'll never find a source of more vile perversion in this world than the Penthouse Forum.  Guccione fancied himself as Caligula but he was just another pandering fucktard.  However, he didn't do it at all in the way of Daily Mail with its prissy, self-possessed version.

Ed:  you seriously saying women are more destructive to each other than men?

Probably about even.  If you doubt it, take a look at the Daily Mail.  If a man tried to publish a cheap shitstorm like that, he would be crucified for it.

Note:  it occurs to me right away, of course there are more vile sources of perversion but I don't want to itemize anything; I don't even want to think about such things.


You can see similar bullshit in the way The Guardian has been throwing up an endless series on the runway shots from Cannes as if to show here are the women more beautiful and rich than you will ever be.  It's the same kind of trip as touring the houses of the rich and famous but who gives a fuck about their houses when you're not even living in them.

I see a whole lot of material presented in media which has an intrinsic message of personal worthlessness since we're not beautiful enough, rich enough, powerful enough to ever satisfy the Wonderful Ones but who gives a fuck what satisfies them since we never see them except in movies for which they're paid squillions.  Enjoy the money and have a ball but I don't need to see your fuckin' house; why would I?

I have only two house interests, one in Fort Worth and one remote.  Amazingly, the remote interest is not in Taylor Swift's multimillion dollar pad.  I really don't even understand what difference it's supposed to make when we know already that you can buy lots of stuff if you get lots of money but how many times do people need to be pounded over their heads with it.

Apparently a lot


The Rockhouse sees a whole lot of subtle flogging happening.

Ed:  that's what makes the filly skittish

That and the locoweed, I reckon.