Big Gas Hole
10/14/08 07:03 AM | Permalink
Them Pipes is made from soup cans! Says Derry Licht pointing to a public works project on Mass Avenue in Indianapolis.
Looking down got easier yesterday. There was more down to look. At least on Mass Avenue there was. In a surprise move Chatterbox owner David Andrichik claimed immanent domain over a few parking spots next to the Chatterbox Tavern at 433 Massachusetts Avenue. "There's no way they is getting this propty back," said Andrichik's spokesman Derry Licht standing on the side of the hole where the public works department had been digging. "We is putting in a hot tub, this is arn now." When it was pointed out that it was not Chatterbox property and that it was a public works project under way Mr. Licht got confessed and claimed, "We struck Gold!, Thar's Gold in them old poopin pipes" Then he said, "Its an Elevator to Atlantis" followed by "Thar's an ally gator in 'ere the size of a caddylac!" At times Mr. Licht seemed lucid at others disoriented but he insisted that his hero Mr. Andrichik would never surrender the space back to the city. " I insist that my hero Mr. Andrichik will never surrender this here space back to the sitty, besides it full of Cortez's Gold and you caint claim jump us." Again when it was pointed out to Mr. Licht that this was just a temporary infra-structure repair and that the parking spots would be back to normal in a few weeks he seemed to get confused. "I got clam dip and sody-pop in an old cigar box down there and I is eatin' it at the Mayor's Breakfist" followed by "You look like a guy I never met in Viet Nam you shore you aint married to Sally?"
When asked to move along Mr. Licht said, "I got me the title and the deed but you can have it for a sammich and a few crackers long as they aint stale." "Amelia Airhart parked her plane on the second level!" "Who has change for a two dollar bill?" "Who's Bill?" Where is my parka?"
All good questions. Real Good questions. We are bringing the sandwich and crackers
Chuck Pace ©2008
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Bangles
08/28/08 06:53 AM | Permalink
These Guys (?) Don't Look So Tough!
Still I wouldn't turn down a chance to visit the locker room after the game!
I don't think this is going to be to tough a match-up against the Colts at Lucas Oil Field's last pre-season game tonight. I mean look at these guys, they are just a bunch of girls! In an AFC North division the Bangles may not even make it past two of their three division rivals in either regular season game this year. Quarterback Carson Palmer (in the dreamy off shoulder pink) number was knocked out of last weeks pre-season match-up against the Saints with a bloody lip and three sacks. His pre-season record is not too impressive either with just 188 yards and a 57.9 percentage completion rating and only 1 TD matched with 1 Interception. Well it is just preseason, and this game means nothing in the grand design, and I doubt the Peyton will even step on the field with a helmet, since he is still recovering from off season knee surgery.
The Colts will see the Bangles in regular season action on Pearl Harbor Day, December 7th (Week 14) again here at the new Stadium, and that will be more of a mano et mano matchup I hope. The Colts will have 5 prime-time games this season including the "official Lucas Oil Stadium Opener next Sunday against the Chicago Bears. In contrast, The Bangals snappy dressers will only be stepping out one time this season in prime time, and its not even a manic monday night game it is a Thursday nighter against the Steelers in Pittsburgh. Prediction: I Look for The Bangles to finish third in their division below the Steelers and the division champs The Ravens, leaving the Browns to cleaning the basement again this season. Oh Susanna don't you cry for me. Speaking of that the Rock Band the Bangles (down to three gorgeous gals will actually be kicking off a tour on September 1st at Dolphin Stadium in Miami (where the Colts won their first World Championship I seem to remember) before heading to Scotland for a retrofest gig.
Chuck Pace ©2008
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New Competition, Kitchen Olympix!
08/14/08 07:28 AM | Permalink
Usually I am a man up to most any challenge. I tackle things that I "might" be able to do with an attitude of "sure" I can. I usually succeed to a certain extent. Put my mind to a task and I get an acceptable result. But, A dare? That is a different story. A dare usually involves doing something that is foolish, dangerous, illegal or all of the above. I rarely accept dares, once the options are weighed and the rewards are calculated dares usually are found in the deficit column of the rewards ledger. So as I received an e-mail very early this morning while my world was still crashing down over me from a day that is best just forgotten, I looked upon a 'bet' or dare I received from Stuart Florida, a challenge that my Beautiful Daughter took and chose to lay on my already over burdened shoulders, and said to myself. Sure. Why not.
Compulsory Dive. Meredith Pace ©2008
The picture above is just that dare made flesh. Lots of flesh. This person is one of Meredith coworkers, who said I would not post it on my site. I believe that this is another event being considered for the 2012 summer games in London. The platform dive into a bowl of gumbo. Obviously there is a lot of training involved, and a lot of gumbo! I believe the contestant is starting a 2 and a half inverted to a pike, and then the big finish the chomp!
There's no way he'll put that on his site. Bet on it.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Didn't I see this guy outside a Frish's?
Compulsory Dive. Meredith Pace ©2008
The picture above is just that dare made flesh. Lots of flesh. This person is one of Meredith coworkers, who said I would not post it on my site. I believe that this is another event being considered for the 2012 summer games in London. The platform dive into a bowl of gumbo. Obviously there is a lot of training involved, and a lot of gumbo! I believe the contestant is starting a 2 and a half inverted to a pike, and then the big finish the chomp!
There's no way he'll put that on his site. Bet on it.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Didn't I see this guy outside a Frish's?
Offically Off, Get to Work!
06/30/08 03:46 PM | Permalink
It is upon us. It is all over us. Heck, we're soaking in it. Time off that we didn't even remember taking. Yep, Vacation pt. 3 is underway, and it is that "spend time in the house, around the house and in the yard" sort of getaway from work type of time off that we are indulging ourselves in. It didn't take us long to get into the vacation frame of mind either. It looks like we have created a whole new set of goals, chores and projects. We should be very rested by the time we get back to our paying for services 9 to 5 lives.
Here at CP.CWHQ/TV the projects will be going along simultaneously, this will keep the camera crews and the readers/viewers hopping as well. Last night, before a marathon session of Starz/Comedy until 3:45 this early AM I finished the garage door project. All sixteen panels of the door are now insulated against noise and weather from the inside. The garage is my safe-spot from the rest of the worlds trials at times, and it is with much pride that I have extended its seasonal refuge capabilities.
I have two outdoor projects on-going and one I'm still fermenting for the future, and today after this inter-tome is uploaded I start a new indoor project. Tomorrow will be divided between projects and bowling. Today it is projects inside so even the weather can not foil my plans unless it takes out the power grid.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Here at CP.CWHQ/TV the projects will be going along simultaneously, this will keep the camera crews and the readers/viewers hopping as well. Last night, before a marathon session of Starz/Comedy until 3:45 this early AM I finished the garage door project. All sixteen panels of the door are now insulated against noise and weather from the inside. The garage is my safe-spot from the rest of the worlds trials at times, and it is with much pride that I have extended its seasonal refuge capabilities.
I have two outdoor projects on-going and one I'm still fermenting for the future, and today after this inter-tome is uploaded I start a new indoor project. Tomorrow will be divided between projects and bowling. Today it is projects inside so even the weather can not foil my plans unless it takes out the power grid.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Mind Games:
06/28/08 08:15 PM | Permalink
Where can one go for satisfaction? Attorney General's office? Better Business bureau? S.H.I.E.L.D.? The Just League of America? League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? 6 news call for help? I'm not sure any of those exist or if they do they most likely won't have jurisdiction here in Cumberland. Why do I need an intervention of a mythical mystical magnitude? Well there can only be one answer. Comcast.
Jenni and I are again reduced to having to look at and talk to each other, or find our amusement in printed word form. Oh, sure there is the smaller "crt tube" moving phosphor delivery device in the sleep chamber for squinting at; with its archaic two point front projection of audible content or the still even smaller "monitor" in the World HQ. But since neither of those receive a Digital signal they are exempt from this current battle-royale!
The Box! There-in lies the Problem.
Did you know that Comcast can send an autonomous multi-celled organism to your cable reception location on the weekend? It is rarely done as these organisms require advanced or accelerated remuneration at the Cable Conglomerates expense. Well, ultimately at the end user/viewers expense, but still at considerable inconvenience to the Entertainment delivery megalomonster. Would you further entertain the proposition that there are still two days in a "weekend" cycle? Now that I have you readily suspending your disbelief, and thinking outside the cable-box here comes the blow the shock the point where I might lose you. Comcast will send this organism on a Sunday. No really, I do not fabricate an alternate reality here or "Jump the Shark" is to scheduled to happen here at the chuckpace.com
world HQ tomorrow. I will no doubt take some pictures of the momentous event, I wouldn't be too surprised to see some of my friends and neighbors documenting the event as well. Heck, some of them might be seen scrambling to get to work thinking that they missed their alarms, and lost a day off.
I am so hoping to not have to do a "Big Cable Company Commercial" for dish network or Direct TV soon. But it might be my chance to meet Ed Begley Jr. If my next post is in this vein I may have to call Anthony Kiritsis for resolution counseling. I here that Hellboy and the League of Extraordinary Gents are tied up right now.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Footnote: I just tried to post at 9:09 and All my cable services are down now not just "digital cable."
Jenni and I are again reduced to having to look at and talk to each other, or find our amusement in printed word form. Oh, sure there is the smaller "crt tube" moving phosphor delivery device in the sleep chamber for squinting at; with its archaic two point front projection of audible content or the still even smaller "monitor" in the World HQ. But since neither of those receive a Digital signal they are exempt from this current battle-royale!
The Box! There-in lies the Problem.
Did you know that Comcast can send an autonomous multi-celled organism to your cable reception location on the weekend? It is rarely done as these organisms require advanced or accelerated remuneration at the Cable Conglomerates expense. Well, ultimately at the end user/viewers expense, but still at considerable inconvenience to the Entertainment delivery megalomonster. Would you further entertain the proposition that there are still two days in a "weekend" cycle? Now that I have you readily suspending your disbelief, and thinking outside the cable-box here comes the blow the shock the point where I might lose you. Comcast will send this organism on a Sunday. No really, I do not fabricate an alternate reality here or "Jump the Shark" is to scheduled to happen here at the chuckpace.com
world HQ tomorrow. I will no doubt take some pictures of the momentous event, I wouldn't be too surprised to see some of my friends and neighbors documenting the event as well. Heck, some of them might be seen scrambling to get to work thinking that they missed their alarms, and lost a day off.
I am so hoping to not have to do a "Big Cable Company Commercial" for dish network or Direct TV soon. But it might be my chance to meet Ed Begley Jr. If my next post is in this vein I may have to call Anthony Kiritsis for resolution counseling. I here that Hellboy and the League of Extraordinary Gents are tied up right now.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Footnote: I just tried to post at 9:09 and All my cable services are down now not just "digital cable."
Lunacy
03/18/08 07:08 AM | Permalink
So... Yesterday after work, on St. Patricks Day Jenni and I went to the Chatterbox for a few Harps, not the kind toted by cherubim or Gallant women, the kind in a bottle. A Bier. Or even better straight from a tap. I digress again. Blah, blah, blah... Chatterbox, Travis, Kay and Mel, Judy and David, Paul Burns, DeAnne, Rachel oh and Rich back from Bristol (not the one on the British Isles inappropriately enough). Also making their first appearance at the Chatterbox was Donna, Paula and Lori from the 10 for 13 league.
Tonight I will be seeing them again as I sub for Rich's team.
Wow I should have saved the (tagging things) words.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Digging Out
02/02/08 11:39 PM | Permalink
My apologies for not posting for the last three days. We have been digging out from the storm of the century, the "Day After Tomorrow" Mega-Ice age scenario realized. We were able to survive by building a smallish tent of comforters and blankets around the fireplace which we used for light and heat, and heating up coffee cans of snow from the front screen door for water. The last of our cans of Chunky soups were heated in the coal bed until they were all gone. I was afraid it would get down to eating the pets. After three days the power came back on for an hour or two at a time and mercifully the pipes did not burst. Dismantling the shelves in the den I was able to keep a fire in the fireplace, even though the back-draft winds had us coughing and choking a few times. The fireplace kept the temperature in the front room and kitchen at around 35°. I was able to tunnel out the front door after taking out the screen-door glass. Using pans we dug the tunnel and bucket brigade dumped the frozen white death into the bath tub to slowly melt away at about 35°.
Today I stated to be able to feel my toes again, and the power is on for good I think.
With three pairs of socks on and gloves and mittens over my hands I was beginning to feel like I was devolving to a flippered being. But the worst is over and we have been able to run the heat-pump for about 45 minutes every three or four hours to get some core heat back in our bodies and in the house. When I can tunnel past the cars and truck in the driveway and get around to uncover the heat pump itself I am sure we will be able to run it all day again like before the storm.
I was just happy to see some sky from the tunnel and I thanked the local weathermen for the little advanced warning before it hit.
Today I stated to be able to feel my toes again, and the power is on for good I think.
With three pairs of socks on and gloves and mittens over my hands I was beginning to feel like I was devolving to a flippered being. But the worst is over and we have been able to run the heat-pump for about 45 minutes every three or four hours to get some core heat back in our bodies and in the house. When I can tunnel past the cars and truck in the driveway and get around to uncover the heat pump itself I am sure we will be able to run it all day again like before the storm.
I was just happy to see some sky from the tunnel and I thanked the local weathermen for the little advanced warning before it hit.
EAT CLEAN LUNCH'S
12/30/07 05:04 PM | Permalink
Then I See it. I say it out loud to see if Jenni sees it too. I reach for the camera. Jenni says, "You need to pull over then because there is a car behind you." I pull over. I get out and then traffic starts coming in all directions where did they all come from? I wait to cross the street and into the Twilight Zone. The cars on SR26 whizz by apparently accepting the presence of the diner, it has obviously been there a long time so maybe it goes unseen. It grabbed me like I was wearing my finest saffron evening dress in front of King Kong. Finally I got across the street and walked up to the visual feast, although there were lights on inside, I was afraid to try the door, but I'm sure there was an advertising genius at work here. I'm sure.
Sanitary Lunch, Rossville Indiana. What more can I say? Chuck Pace © 2007
I'll be back when I'm good and hungry.
Hey Doll, sterilize me a burger and a side of fries wouldja'?
Chuck Pace©2007
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Look-king-up
12/19/07 07:27 AM | Permalink
Ohh I'm feeling all Christmassy inside now.
I will not be looked down on this year.
That's Duke Wenceslaus over there on the right. Don't that make your sleigh-bells ring?
Chuck Pace©2007
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Caption Contest#2
12/11/07 07:19 AM | Permalink
Time for a photo caption contest. I haven't decided on a prize yet but I'll make it worth your mental anguish, I promise.
Submit all entries to thoughtpukes@gmail.com, subject line Caption2 please. (I will also entertain entries at the comment line here on this page). Entry deadline Jan 1. prizes awarded Jan 14th 2008.
??????? Chuck Pace©2007
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Submit all entries to thoughtpukes@gmail.com, subject line Caption2 please. (I will also entertain entries at the comment line here on this page). Entry deadline Jan 1. prizes awarded Jan 14th 2008.
??????? Chuck Pace©2007
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The Wait is Over
12/08/07 07:44 AM | Permalink
It's all behind me now.
12/07/07 07:21 AM | Permalink
As I look back now I have to laugh, which used to cause some pretty awkward moments, because I used to look back a lot. Now when I look back at laughing caused by the simple action of looking back, I get a little introspective. Which only makes me laugh. Paranoia? Mental disorder, pinched nerve in the neck? Who can say, I'm more likely to just turn around now as opposed to looking back, that way I'm still looking forward just to a place I've recently been. As I look back on that now I smile and sort of soft snort-exhale, which is more like a recollected fond or funny memory as opposed to a neurological or mental disorder.
That's why I'm so forward thinking.
Chuck Pace
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That's why I'm so forward thinking.
Chuck Pace
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It's Not the One You Go to Bed With
11/15/07 06:52 AM | Permalink
Ohio St. Looking East from New Jersey St. Chuck Pace© 2007
So its the one I woke up with again, that's good enough for some guys. Heck its good enough for me most of the time. But the one I wake up with is often a pain, a nagging insistent bitch that boils my brain until I have to look for a substitute. Substitute now that sounds good. But am I looking for a real substitute, or just trying to get the one I woke up with out of my head? Heck, sometimes I don't even go to bed with the one I would prefer, but I still have more choice then than with the one I wake up with. Where did this one come from? Obviously we had an encounter sometime in the past, maybe we shared a dance? How did you get in? What can I do the relive the good times, or maybe how do I get rid of you? My wife doesn't always understand. She doesn't' always have the thoughts of one old swinger or another, or some bouncy younger thing she can't get off her mind. They don't get into her head that way. She doesn't get the urge to grab on to one of the hotter ones that makes your heart beat a little faster and your feet want to do some wandering, not the way I do.
Here is the one I woke up with. 1979's "Century City" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
Sometimes I wanna go
Right back where I came from
Back where I belong
But it never lasts for too long
Always goes away
Well I s till don't look for reasons
Thats much too hard these days
Why worry about the rain?
Why worry about the problem?
Honey century citys got everything covered
Well your mama gave you lovin
Mama held you near
Baby mam a cant do nothin
Honey mama just aint here
And you can pretend all you want to
But that wont work no more
No you cant run back to daddy
Yeah you tried that once before
Why worry about your father?
Why worry about your mother?
Honey century citys got everything covered
Were gonna live in century city
Go ahead and give in, century city
Like modern men, modern girls
Were gonna live in the modern world
Were gonna live in century city
Go ahead and give in, century city
Like modern men, modern girls
Were gonna live in the modern world
Sometimes I get discouraged
Sometimes I feel so down
Sometimes I get so worried
But I dont know what about
But it works out in the long run
Always goes away
And Ive come now to accept it
As a reoccurring phase
Dont worry about the rain
Dont worry about the problem
Honey century citys got everything covere
Were gonna live in century city
Were gonna live in century city
Were gonna live in century city
Were gonna live in century city
Space and Time continue 'em.
10/10/07 07:23 AM | Permalink
In Denmark Huskerdoo means do you remember? In music it means try to forget (at least the band Huskerdo).Do you remember this song?
Drop me a line from your space in time
Bring me a basket of loot
I'm only trying to make you rhyme
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
There's so much to be shown
Bring me a scene from your fever dream
Take me alone in the night
I'm only trying to make you right
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
There's so much to be shown
Ooooh baby, all I'm needing to say
Let me drive all the way
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
There's so much to be shown
(break-guitar solo time)
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
We can go baby, well well well baby
Well well well baby
Just sit back and watch us
Just sit back and watch us
Just sit back, oh just sit back, oh
Just sit back, oh just sit back, oh yeah
They are still around now, they are still in Chicago I found out after a quick google search. The members are older than me. Yoikes!
GeoMetrie Coal
08/22/07 09:22 PM | Permalink
Triangle Cat says Doodle Do'doh. Chuck Pace ©2007
So when I'm on the phone with breezy customers I often doodle. One day I brought one of the doodles home, and before you knew it I was daydreaming and doodling triangles and lo' from the inkshes arose a phoenix, no wait not a phoenix, ....
...a Saber Toothed Triangle Cat (Obliquess-Obtusses Felis Incisoriuos) a hetrodontic doodle mammal from the geometrician age. A stunning example of natures diverse experimental past. There is speculation that these SabreT-Cats were expert fisher-felines and may have been natures first true anglers. The rarest remains found are the LeSabre T-Cats found in the Buicks and Fiords of Western Europe, but imported only a few years
This is all for todays pre-history lesson. Now, everybody get out your trumpets, except you elephants that is.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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In the Garden
07/22/07 09:14 PM | Permalink
Last weekend there was the big garden party at Jody and Mary Jane's. That was on Saturday. On the day before as I was going to pick up Jenni at her place of work I saw four gentlemen dressed alike standing on the corner of Delaware and South. I look on for a minute while waiting for the light to change, then I grabbed my camera and took a picture. I was amused, because I thought they looked like an away team from Star trek or Stargate.
The next evening was the party and I took some pictures of the Grober/Olinger garden. I downloaded some of the photos today and sure enough there was evidence that something was not quite right in the garden. An "away" team was sent to recover the Sphere of Gazera, that was being held captive by Lord Menarda and his minions. The Evil Lord could easily hide in the surroundings of the "Garden" and waited until the "A" team had made contact before annihilating them, knowing that the next check-in time was 5 hours away.
That their destruction will cause the Federation to think twice before sending in another team is guaranteed. I know I will not be going back to that ill fated place any time too soon, for who knows what other evil awaits, In the Garden!
The next evening was the party and I took some pictures of the Grober/Olinger garden. I downloaded some of the photos today and sure enough there was evidence that something was not quite right in the garden. An "away" team was sent to recover the Sphere of Gazera, that was being held captive by Lord Menarda and his minions. The Evil Lord could easily hide in the surroundings of the "Garden" and waited until the "A" team had made contact before annihilating them, knowing that the next check-in time was 5 hours away.
That their destruction will cause the Federation to think twice before sending in another team is guaranteed. I know I will not be going back to that ill fated place any time too soon, for who knows what other evil awaits, In the Garden!
Defoliating A Victory Garden
06/09/07 06:48 AM | Permalink
Good Morning Dear Friends: Its been a long weak. A hard week, and an odd week. As I was working so hard to revitalize and defoliate the victory garden with my trenching tool, mothra nature was tearing down other parts. That can sure work up an appetite. The heat was dizzying, and I started to get dehydrated, it made me feel like I was high. Well I am high all right, but not on false drugs, I'm high on the real thing, Powerful Gasoline, A clean Windshield and a Shoe shine!
Is it going to be alright? Oh, ho ho you bet. Yes dear friends its going to be all right here at the Powerhouse Church of the Presumptuous Assumption of the Blinding Light, (Sing Along) "Oh Blinding Light, Oh Light That Blinds, I cannot See Look Out For Me. Uhn, Ooff." Yes Friends welcome to Paster Flash's Hour of reckoning with Organ Leroy and his organ again, and the 50 voice St. Louis Aquarium Choir, I'm Deacon E.L.Mouse. Opps. I was channelling the Firesign Theatre there. It must be because of a conversation I had with Brad and Sue on Kay's front porch at the side of her house that most people think of as the back. We were discussing the values of "Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers" from 1970, I got my first copy on vinyl in 1978 and promptly memorized it for just such occasions as a Shrimp-Boil/Turkey Fry/Broken Box/Fireworks/Garden extravaganza 29 years into my future. (It's the Future, I say live it or live with it) Well it all worked out. I am glad I planned ahead. Too bad I didn't think to set my alarm clock ahead about 15 minutes 29 years ago as I am now out of time to continue this post. I have to get to Work. I have another day of sales and reckoning ahead. Driving and crying. And more garden work awaits my eventual return. Those are the headlines, now the rumors behind the news. Sorry Dear Friends I will continue this discourse on the concourse after my dailies are done. Time is an evil mistress.
The Cracker PUSH
06/01/07 07:28 AM | Permalink
The Crackercade made it processional stop at the monument. Chuck Pace © 2007
I gotta' get done here it's almost Crunch Time and I have to get to work. At least I don't get toasted or I would have to avoid the munchies!
I miss my little buddy the Mascot, oh where oh where ... Probably sittin' at the Ritz with Carlton your door man, Rhoda?
Chuck Pace © 2007
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The Sky's the Limit
05/09/07 11:43 PM | Permalink
Hibernation
04/10/07 07:32 AM | Permalink
The Bristol Goon Squad, Chuck Pace © 2007
I know the picture has nothing to do with todays post. But last night I intended to use it this morning, and I don't have time for anything different. So here is an odd unrelated image.
Sometimes the bear gets you.That's what happened to Jenni and I this morning. I was talking to Meredith on the phone just after midnight and told her I was very tired and needed to sleep. Well I was serious. I slept. Through my three different alarms and all of Jenni's too. Being a light sleeper most of the time, this came as a completer surprise, as did 7:13 AM which is usually about the time I am leaving.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Let's Go Fly a Kite
03/28/07 07:16 AM | Permalink
From Mary Poppins
Written by Robert B. Sherman
With tuppence for paper and strings,
you can have your own set of wings.
With your feet on the ground,
you're a bird in flight!
With your fist holding tight,
to the string of your kite!
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!
When you send it flying up there,
all at once your lighter than air!
You can dance on the breeze,
over 'ouses and trees!
With your fist 'olding tight,
to the string your kite!
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!
What could I possibly add to that?
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Streaming Me-me's
03/06/07 08:21 PM | Permalink
There was a question asked at work. "Didn't you ever have an imaginary playmate?" Jo was asking Matt or Mike, it wasn't even directed at me. I waited a minute and then I said, "I never had one because my older brother would have beat him up everyday too, so as a (reality) friend I spared him that." That got me thinking about all kinds of weird pseudo normal things. Later I heard Matt say quick and dirty to someone on the phone, and I mentally leapt to... if the makers of Quick Books made software for money launderers wouldn't it be called Quicken Dirty? Then there was the old toilet humor rhyme that came to mind, you know it everybody does, its as universal as the dollar bill, I won't quote the whole thing but it starts like this, Here I sit all broken hearted .... That got me thinking that if you went to do a number two, and it didn't happen for you could you say you had a sham poo? Well my mind doesn't rest on a simple rhyme or pun, and I ended up revisiting the original again as though I were an engineer or educator, and this is what I came up with, "Here I perch cardiovascularly disincorporated, came to excise fecal matter but merely flatuated." I think it works on a more cerebral level, at least for a fart humor rhyme. This is the curse I carry with me all the time. Sometimes it blurts out, sometimes I auto censor and it stays and festers into something else, like bizarre dreams. Sometimes it fades away and I wish I'd made a note of it, like I do here. Now I know that there are those who don't buy the auto-censor thing, but trust me if you see me with a mischievous grin on my face I'm usually auto censoring, or at least diluting a thought for future "blurts." Sometimes I blurt anyway and someone's feelings get hurt or a beer or soda finds its way into a nasal passage or worse. Don't judge me too harshly though, I edit and censor more than you think, and I (almost) never hurt on purpose. I generally like people and am not a vindictive ass. Just don't be one to me or I may unleash an uncensored diatribe before I can be restrained. I've seen it happen and its usually ugly.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Oh, Corona Time!
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Oh, Corona Time!