Disclaimer: this is straight-up writing of active lung cancer in me but nothing in the #Blotto set of articles has been written with thoughts of trying to shock or disturb. I am using in-home hospice and that's the best circumstance I could hope relative to being in a hospice clinic or, worst of all, to be admitted into a hospital.
It's novel that On the Trail of the #Blotto came to mean the same thing as the Disclaimer.
Zen Yogi: evolution in action, it is
Doc came up with the mondo trip which defies any sense of unbelievability since he is shipping something here which is impossible to ship yet he's doing it anyway. The latest on that is it has not yet arrived but Fed-Ex has it scheduled for before about six a.m. and I have never seen that before, never in the early morning.
Oh, you're wondering what could be so incredible and that could only be Amol India's curry chicken with Basmati rice, the finest kind. He found a way to get that shipped in ice as people sometimes will with lobsters from New England.
Note: Amol India is on Ludlow Avenue in Clifton which is part of Cincinnati. Fun bonus fact: Jerry Springer was once Mayor of Cincinnati and we often saw him in Clinton. The Springer you see on TV is not the one from back then when he was regarded as highly cool.
Even if this doesn't work for some reason, Doc, this is the most unbelievably killin' cool idea. That was one fantastic thought. And with naan ... wow.
Zen Yogi has been here the entire time ... but ... there's another one.
Zen Yogi: don't break my heart, Silas. Tell me it ain't true.
No worries, Yogi. I still love you and the other Zen Yogi is a little Apple Automator script I put together for Cadillac Man. I had him set to say, "Hello Cadillac Man. Pleased to meet you. Wanna steal some pic-a-nic baskets?"
I didn't have to do anything to get him to say that except to click OK ... but I fluffed it. The Pilgrimage becomes so much of a jam that things like that get forgotten or, at least, I forget them.
I have had Zen Yogi sitting dutifully on my Desktop ever since but now he's retired to the hard disk to await anything further while the real Zen Yogi hangs about here wondering what the bloody hell I'm playing at.
Zen Yogi: I'm real, Silas?
Sure you are, Yogi. People have been seeing you for a while now and probably have some idea of how you will act and that's real.
It would have been a hoot to see Cadillac Man's reaction to that. There would have been no trouble figuring out what did it since CM has been tangling with computers for not so much less time than I. He didn't have the crazed passion to learn every screwy thing they do but he has had a strong determination to master them before they mastered him.
He would have figured it with Zen Yogi instantly but I still think it would have made a smile since it's more than some silly script. Zen Yogi is here.
The Back Room #Blotto gets progressively more surreal but that's alright ... except when it's not. I don't believe there's any informational value in the detail of that which is not alright but the surrealism is a world apart from that. Watching "Miss Congeniality 2" in the midst of all this gives all kinds of surreal. Regina King brings a large helping of the surreal from within the surrealism when she's a hard case FBI agent yet she does a song and dance number in an impersonator bar and she's fantastic. She kills in that movie.
Much love to you all.
It's novel that On the Trail of the #Blotto came to mean the same thing as the Disclaimer.
Zen Yogi: evolution in action, it is
Doc came up with the mondo trip which defies any sense of unbelievability since he is shipping something here which is impossible to ship yet he's doing it anyway. The latest on that is it has not yet arrived but Fed-Ex has it scheduled for before about six a.m. and I have never seen that before, never in the early morning.
Oh, you're wondering what could be so incredible and that could only be Amol India's curry chicken with Basmati rice, the finest kind. He found a way to get that shipped in ice as people sometimes will with lobsters from New England.
Note: Amol India is on Ludlow Avenue in Clifton which is part of Cincinnati. Fun bonus fact: Jerry Springer was once Mayor of Cincinnati and we often saw him in Clinton. The Springer you see on TV is not the one from back then when he was regarded as highly cool.
Even if this doesn't work for some reason, Doc, this is the most unbelievably killin' cool idea. That was one fantastic thought. And with naan ... wow.
Zen Yogi has been here the entire time ... but ... there's another one.
Zen Yogi: don't break my heart, Silas. Tell me it ain't true.
No worries, Yogi. I still love you and the other Zen Yogi is a little Apple Automator script I put together for Cadillac Man. I had him set to say, "Hello Cadillac Man. Pleased to meet you. Wanna steal some pic-a-nic baskets?"
I didn't have to do anything to get him to say that except to click OK ... but I fluffed it. The Pilgrimage becomes so much of a jam that things like that get forgotten or, at least, I forget them.
I have had Zen Yogi sitting dutifully on my Desktop ever since but now he's retired to the hard disk to await anything further while the real Zen Yogi hangs about here wondering what the bloody hell I'm playing at.
Zen Yogi: I'm real, Silas?
Sure you are, Yogi. People have been seeing you for a while now and probably have some idea of how you will act and that's real.
It would have been a hoot to see Cadillac Man's reaction to that. There would have been no trouble figuring out what did it since CM has been tangling with computers for not so much less time than I. He didn't have the crazed passion to learn every screwy thing they do but he has had a strong determination to master them before they mastered him.
He would have figured it with Zen Yogi instantly but I still think it would have made a smile since it's more than some silly script. Zen Yogi is here.
The Back Room #Blotto gets progressively more surreal but that's alright ... except when it's not. I don't believe there's any informational value in the detail of that which is not alright but the surrealism is a world apart from that. Watching "Miss Congeniality 2" in the midst of all this gives all kinds of surreal. Regina King brings a large helping of the surreal from within the surrealism when she's a hard case FBI agent yet she does a song and dance number in an impersonator bar and she's fantastic. She kills in that movie.
Much love to you all.
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