Johnny Depp - Casey Jones, you better ... watch your speed
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Jesus - when he's only on monitor, I can't even post an ad on eBay
One More - another example of Discus breeding behavior w/video
Memorial Day - there's one real way to show respect for America's war dead
Two Women - doing outstanding jobs with Jeff Beck on-stage
Pundits - pithy and pointlessly profound platitudes have been in the exclusive province of the past-prime but now pundits with expensive haircuts play these pointless platitudes to great public acclaim, if little actual information
Watching - the original in the Discus breeding behavior segment, appeared yesterday
Bathing - ready to shed my skin but not quite possible yet
Holy shit! Johnny Depp done hit the rocks, matey, mates.
Casey Jones you better ... watch your speed
That line is from Grateful Dead and it comes after:
Ridin' that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed
If this is not coked-out, smoked-out, and ready for a headline in a tabloid, what is. His personal life just splashed into the toilet so maybe that will wise him up enough to avoid getting dead behind this. Right now he's heading straight for it with afterburners lit.
Don't get dead, Pirate Man. The world needs you far beyond some sad story in a tabloid.
Musicos know this shit as you watch your speed or you get dead. We want risk and we love it, so do you when you play, but you've got to stay cool or there's no chance you will make it. It's the same as trippin' on Orange Sunshine in 1967, you've got to maintain, man.
Picture was shot at a concert in L.A. over the Memorial Day weekend
Ordinarily, the monitor screen shows Stonehenge because I like how the Ravens hang about being wise with the rocks.
However, with all the windows active for the applications I most often use, most of Stonehenge is obscured with only this part still visible.
The situation wasn't contrived to make a point since that's actually the situation when the windows are open and maybe I'm talking to Cat via Skype so the windows don't see much activity. Should I look at them for an update, this icon awaits me every time. The question is whether it's going to piss me off enough to replace the entire picture. In the detail pictures of Mars, the micro hounds find evidence of advanced civilizations. Here at the Rockhouse, we get this. Pfft.
Skin Cancer Incidence Rates* by Race and Ethnicity, U.S., 1999–2012
Guess again, Sun God!
The chart illustrates the incidence of melanoma (i.e. the lethal type of skin cancer) by race and we see it's almost non-existent for black people whereas the incidence for white people is vastly higher than for any other races. We don't see any hyperbole in that when the incidence is four times higher than for any other race while people with black skin show four times less incidence than the lowest for other races.
Therefore, we rest the case; God hates white people.
This idea white people are the Chosen Ones must make the Lord laugh uproariously. Are you fucking serious? I made them last because I ran out of all the interesting colors. Fuhgedaboudit!
Note: I'm still not croaked by skin cancer even when lots of it since there's no indication of melanoma thus far. I have become somewhat inured to hearing 'malignant' because the next question is, well, how malignant is it. In my cases, not so much so lots of chopping but not much invading deep.
(Ed: you will go to Hell if you don't love God!)
Yah, sure, the sense of that is easy to see. God makes a Universe and who knows what else while I get stoned and piddle around with the Galaxy Guitar. What in that situation leads you to believe he needs me to be his penpal?
Dawkins is such a petty amateur since nitpicking the Bible is only his lofty pose of being something more than a Grammar NAZI and it ignores the fact theology is a considerably bigger subject since the Bible would not exist if God had not existed already, there would have been no reason to write it. Whether any God ever existed in any corporeal sense is your faith but the concept pre-existed any written text or, again, there would be no reason to write the text.
We have tremendous reverence for creating a Universe but we have relatively little for the literature on the matter. I know already this thinking does not conflict with most or all of the religious people I know. My own spirituality runs deep and I'm quite seriously fucked at this time but my spiritual values aren't conflicted at all. I don't expect I can pray to make skin cancer go away so it's not a concern that I might.
The situation sucks and sooner or later it sucks for everybody so the only answer, as often, happens, comes from lefty Unplugged:
He does not know He does not grow Until he learns ... to let it roll ...
Note: check out that cool stage Cat made behind him
Honoring America's war dead doesn't have anything to do with waving flags or tooting trumpets but rather the sincerity of it is shown when you don't ask more to die, particularly when there is not any kind of a good reason for it.
Fabricating reasons to get American soldiers killed has been happening with agonizing regularity ever since the sixties and is exemplified by the hoax under LBJ of the Gulf of Tonkin Incident. That led to the pointless deaths of fifty-five thousand Americans. Those losses will be lamented today while simultaneously sending more troops to walk someone else's battlefields in the Middle East where, once again, they get killed for nothing.
The shooters instantly rise up screaming they're saving the world from ISIS and, yeah, yeah, they were saving the world from the Soviets in the sixties but that was bullshit too. What we learned from that is Domino Theories are a dime a dozen and the only ones which really do anything come from the bankers and the CEOs who profited so enormously from all of this. The rich boys never go to war, they know already they're not real except for the mothers burying their children so their only resolve is not to be one of them.
Everything was different in WWII but there was no military / industrial complex back then or the Allies probably would have lost that too. Ever since then it's been one catastrophic fail for the military after the other. The only consistent things from the Pentagon have been incompetence and regular appearances in gossip columns and scandal sheets either for moral turpitude or outright corruption.
When I pronounced 'Zwitschgendatschi' correctly the first time I tried, Cat was obviously tickled by it and I was pleased with myself because she had made a point of saying people never say it correctly. So now I try to drill it into my head so I'm sure I remember how to spell it. Knowing this one might even impress Trixie of "Don't Fear the Rabbit" (and we still have no idea which Rabbit or why anyone would fear it except Jimmy Carter). Note: in case you don't remember Jimmy Carter and the Killer Rabbit (WIKI: Jimmy Carter rabbit incident)
The key to it is the plums so it looks like some kind of pastry base then plums and some type of sweet crumbly stuff to top it. The sweet crumbly stuff looks like it's optional with some bakers.
Who needs Apple Strudel as I would love to try some of this. Only in Bavaria, I gather. In other words, go to Munich to start looking for it.
Jeff Beck takes the stage with Tal Wilkenfield on bass to one side of him and Lizzie Ball on violin to his other side. I did look but could not verify either of these ladies is from Ireland but you can hear the sincerity in their play so I take it like the Women of Bellydancing in which it's a sisterhood around the world.
There won't be any question of Jeff Beck being a gentleman since he doesn't try to grandstand anything. Tal Wilkenfield shows her own confidence as well since she isn't playing in some demanding way of look at me, look at me, even when there are obvious reasons to look. Lizzie Ball plays some exquisite moves as the feature but then rejoins the three and that's about as perfectly musical as it gets.
Beautiful and touching work:
You can discover more about Lizzie Ball on her Web Site (luxy and well made) or Facebook and the same with Tal Wilkenfield on her Web Site (also highly cool) or Facebook.
Yesterday was another article on Discus behavior but a friend found a video showing how the young like to cluster about their parents and these are cold-blooded fish, right. Usually they just lay the eggs and forget them ... or so it seems. (Blog: Watching Discus has Nothing to Do with Olympic Sport)
But take a look at this.
It was this kind of behavior which endeared these creatures to the Mystery Lady and I. Humans love to anthropomorphize things but we don't need to bring much of that for this case since it's tough to call this anything but real parenting. At this stage they are starting to grow away from their parents but this is quite some time after they were nearly microscopic hatchlings, absolutely dependent on their parents.
Wild Discus come from the Amazon and their original colors are intriguing but there's been quite a bit of hybridizing from the wild stock and one of the most famous people doing it was Wattley since he produced the first strain of Turquoise Discus which would breed true. In effect, he raised 'thoroughbreds' and they were quite greatly prized at that time. Since that time, techniques for breeding Discus have improved substantially and there are many different varieties of them. Relative to other strains of Discus bred in home aquaria, the Wild Discus is a wallflower.
Here is a Turquoise Discus
It's possible the photographer over-saturated the colors but there's not strong evidence of that in the greens. That doesn't make it a lock that the pic was not modified but we can tell you we have seen Discus like this and the ones we were raising were not so much different, albeit with more red which I liked quite a bit.
The realm of pithy and profound pointlessness is traditionally that of old, retired people since we have, essentially, nothing better to do. Actually, we do have better things to do but we're also lazy so we use pithy and pointless profundity as a fall back.
However ...
Along came Wolf Blitzer with about a billion endlessly-chatty wanker woofies following him, all filled with the pointless and profound pointless of the Plasticine Prophets ... and the viewing audience fell to its knees in adoration.
All of television is now hopelessly banal music shows featuring high-talent, low-depth material, endless cop shows all seemingly featuring the same cops, and the rest is yakkity yak yak yak on every channel at the same time. They can't get enough yakkity yak from one so they get five of them yakking around a table and then all of them can yak at once. It's ok as it's unintelligible regardless of how they present it but they only have to drop a recognizable name once in a while and the audience stays tight with them.
We of the Old and Useless but Still Pointlessly Profound Contingent protest as a mightily as our somewhat weakened frames will permit. The following grounds present our justification:
- The OUSP2C has been traditionally willing to issue pointless profundity for free but now the pundit posers are paid handsomely for it.
- The OUSP2C still says things the pundit posers won't say and that's because they are paid by the word and we are not paid for anything.
- The OUSP2C needs support because we (sob) die off whereas pundit posers multiply at the extraordinary speeds only possible when one lives under a refrigerator and only comes out in the dark.
Therefore, we of the Doubtful but Nevertheless Doughty OUSP2C will continue with our quest for profundity and pointlessness and we will continue to do it for free because there's one thing you know from that:
All together now ... it may be crazy but at least it ain't stooge bullshit.
Review - it's taken almost thirty years for Crooked Hillary to make her bones and her fervent denials now do nothing to obviate the fact of them
Bathing - this isn't the bitchin' about the itchin' but it does mention that subject
Watching - one of the most extraordinary creatures I have ever seen and the Mystery Lady and I raised them for a while
Special - you can't go wrong on a bundle of these shirts as Clinton will end up in prison regardless of whether she gets elected. Safe bet even more of her staff will end up under indictment than even Reagan's crooked crew managed and they were openly trafficking in dope.
Arguing - there's creative discussion and then there's social network arguing, the latter of which has turned up with disappointing frequency in comments
The Savaging - the Clover Tragedy was not such a tragedy after all and the Bee Zone will yet thrive since the roots weren't harmed
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We're Surging - things keep building for Bernie in California
Investigation - the deliberate introduction of spider eggs into OREO cookies made in Mexico is the subject of an ongoing investigation
Paris Cloyd / CellShader - two-day run for these blokes and a grand show it was
