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<title>The Thoughtpukes RSS Feed</title><link>63.247.142.24/index.html</link><description>My latest blog.</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><dc:rights>Copyright 2009 Chuck Pace</dc:rights><dc:date>2010-03-11T22:02:34-05:00</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.realmacsoftware.com/" />
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<lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 00:16:10 -0500</lastBuildDate><item><title>Moving&#x2c; Making &#x26; Doing Things</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Up Chucks</category><dc:date>2010-03-11T22:02:34-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/da33a4fa35bbb4fd61c864ae3715af47-404.html#unique-entry-id-404</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/da33a4fa35bbb4fd61c864ae3715af47-404.html#unique-entry-id-404</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Thursday (today) was my day off this week, I used much of this day going through and discarding a lot of stuff that has built up over the busy winter.  Being in retail I only had three or four days off from Thanksgiving day to New Years day and the days I did have off were crucial to resetting my physical and mental bearings.

...With Jenni back to work after five weeks, due to breaking the 5th metatarsal (the one that attaches to her left little toe) I had this day off and the world Headquarters all to myself.  Charlie the blind Rat Terrier would argue that I didn't, since I had to take him out three times before Jenni's return home, but still, as I am the only verbally capable bipedal, opposable thumbed being in this place I claim solitude as my house guest.

I didn't get rid of as much stuff as I did address it, order it and re-groupe it with its like partner stuff, still I did fill a trash bag with the disposed carcasses if three month's daily pocket and mail leavings.

...I also added more photos to my Facebook albums, became fans and friends with more people places and things and played in photoshop making a new profile picture illustration which I'm also sharing with you right now..]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Pretend Day (A Dry Run)</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Gags</category><dc:date>2010-03-07T11:32:10-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/6e5c49e75f431e3d44e54e0bc807fada-403.html#unique-entry-id-403</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/6e5c49e75f431e3d44e54e0bc807fada-403.html#unique-entry-id-403</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Today I made a trip to the grocery warehouse and came home with some items that, when placed on the grill in an enclosed grill with red-hot charcoal briquettes will indeed end up as grilled edible food.

...Today we will pretend that it is spring already and we will pretend to have no cares in the world, and we will pretend all that as long as the day lets us. It shall be grand and we will be the King and Queen of our yard domain!

...The Proclaimer need not walk 500 miles, and then walk 50 more, just to the nearest citizen or High Council member and speak his or her piece, which will be known as a pre-proclamation.

...The Sovereigns (King and Queen) will have votes twice as potent as the High council, but all votes will be considered before the pre-proclaimed be defamed or framed as a New Yardenanian Proclamation of absoluteness.

...Bela the Bashful, also known as Bela the Half-seeing, Bela the Beautifully Soft Yet TImid, or Bela the Half Blind (that from the glass is half empty crowd); Charlie the Mostly Blind, He's A Gooood Boy or Sir Pinball, and lastly but not at all leastly; Tweek the Not So Meek, or Tweek the Dapper, or Tweek the Clawing Lazy Grumbler.

In most voting situations a physical or verbal affirmation or negation is all that is required; Bela may also dignify and signify her choice by a show of paw, two quick one eyed winks, or a rapid terrified exit from the voting chamber and proceedings, which will be designated as a nay.]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>To Leech His Own</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Gags</category><dc:date>2010-03-04T06:59:55-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/3b374b78a79acbe092846384927db06c-402.html#unique-entry-id-402</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/3b374b78a79acbe092846384927db06c-402.html#unique-entry-id-402</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Not that I have nothing on my mind, I always do, but it is often trivial and uninspiring, to say the least.

...I need to continue to pull words out of my mind like the medical practitioners and barbers of the early days of the Americas did with body humors using leeches.

...Yes, many times, we've metaphor and we will meet again on the battlefields of verbal conflict! It's all so silly that the human mind can be a hopper waiting for an idea or odd description to fall out and be arranged into a thought.

...I would venture to say somewhere in the world there are mice or insects eating away at someone's prized books or papers as I write!  Printed paper has proteins and is palatable in situations where other nourishment may not be available, and I don't blame the mice and insects for getting something out of a good book, it's just not literature!

...They have had their fill, detached from my cerebellum and flopped to the imagined floor to digest my words while you poor unwitting readers digest them as well.]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>A Tired Old Truck Story</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Projectile</category><dc:date>2010-03-01T18:15:48-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/1627264a5402e11951d5794ecaad9eb2-401.html#unique-entry-id-401</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/1627264a5402e11951d5794ecaad9eb2-401.html#unique-entry-id-401</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[That truck had died at least six times in the last three miles, and the cranking to get it re-fired for more belching and sputtering, and most importantly rolling taxed the battery to it's limits....  The savior jockeyed his car into position and then popped open his own hood, the driver found the battery posts and attached the cables to either vehicle and asked the man to run his car for a few minutes before attempting to crank 'er over....  "Starving for fuel I think, maybe clogged filter or dying fuel pump, I'm less than two miles from home, if I can get it started and with a little luck I can get it there," the driver explained....  The driver leapt from the door, slipped and went down on one knee in the parking lot trying to get to the cables and get the hood closed before the gas lines and pump again failed him....  The aspiration of the old truck was sporadic and unreliable, too much throttle pressure and it choked, not enough and it gasps and tries to die, the solution was to keep nerfing the peddle and surging forward, ever aware of the pulse of the foundering mechanical creature around the driver.  This nerfing process was also confounded by traffic, though sparse still a challenge in an old truck that would barely get to 30 mph and was further exacerbated by traffic lights, yet the old Dodge truck limped home like an African Elephant to die in it's sacred burial ground (or driveway, as the metaphor may be).]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Hey&#x2c; Buddy Can I Get A Lift?</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Toil It</category><dc:date>2010-02-28T10:27:16-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/e9049e57c1e573accb8671102df4ef90-400.html#unique-entry-id-400</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/e9049e57c1e573accb8671102df4ef90-400.html#unique-entry-id-400</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[By the time I got on the road after doing my upper-body and cardio exercise for the foreseeable future I realized I would not be getting to work before 9:00 (instead of 8:30ish), and I was hungry and really needed a cup of Joe anyway....  I started out to get onto the interstate when the iPhone rang, it was Jenni telling me that the Garage Door Doctor people had called back and would be there by 2:00 PM.  Even better the ad they had on the internet said a full service 12 point check and spring replacement would run $240.00 and the phone voice told her that it would be $140 for our spring and check up.

...The day at work started quietly but by 12:30 the place was jumping, by 4:30 we were all beat, and ready for home and rest....  They called before they came, they were on time and they were gone in less than an hour, the charge was $140 as quoted and the door works....  I guess that in the next half decade I'll be hearing that thrum and seeing another spring burst, but I will hold out hope that it will be eighteen years or later.]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Spring Has Sprung</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Toil It</category><dc:date>2010-02-27T07:09:14-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/7502ac6a61c6e4e211004d7934c482ab-399.html#unique-entry-id-399</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/7502ac6a61c6e4e211004d7934c482ab-399.html#unique-entry-id-399</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[This morning my first alarm went off at 5:35 AM,m I set the snooze timer for 12 minutes but didn't fall back asleep, instead I was planning my strategies on dealing with the massively heavy insulated two car garage door.  When the alarm sounded I got up dressed and took the dog for his morning constitutional walk, then, back inside I went to the garage and started pulling out what I would need to get the door up and the car out.

...I wedged a short two by four under the hand lift handle right off the floor and put another two by four under it and levered the door up about 3 inches.  Then I took yet another two by four and turned it sideways under the door, took the four by four and levered the door up another few inches....  I rested one of the two by fours that was about 4 feet long against my chest and shoulder, then I squatted at the knees, grasped the door base and did a weightlifting "clean and jerk" move to get it high enough.

...Then I did a squat move using my legs and "pressed" the door the rest of the way up the tracks, gingerly releasing my hands ready to stop it if it decided to heed gravities call.]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Snooze Blues</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Up Chucks</category><dc:date>2010-02-26T07:39:29-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/7d8835da6cc44e148b245de45d3122f2-398.html#unique-entry-id-398</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/7d8835da6cc44e148b245de45d3122f2-398.html#unique-entry-id-398</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[They say that breaking "waking" up is hard to do , well I know, I know it's true...  I reset the timer and pushed the snooze until I got I involved in an REM state and was having a great exposition dream during a 10 minute countdown snooze.  Before the alarm alarmed me I was clawed and patted by Charlie telling me of his own particular alarm which we all wanted to go off outside....  Come on Charlie wait for me to get a coat on...

...Now where did I leave my brain, my consciousness, my billfold......  nah there's not time for a post...maybe I'll just fluff this pillow on the couch with my head for a minute what harm could...]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Attitude Latitudes</title><dc:creator>chuckpace@mac.com</dc:creator><category>Up Chucks</category><dc:date>2010-02-24T22:05:03-05:00</dc:date><link>63.247.142.24/files/25046770f87aec878bdcd99d8cb89ade-397.html#unique-entry-id-397</link><guid isPermaLink="true">63.247.142.24/files/25046770f87aec878bdcd99d8cb89ade-397.html#unique-entry-id-397</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Next, I decided to take US 40 into downtown Indy instead of hopping on the Interstate like I usually do, and the drive was smooth and hassle free, and I was listening to the new Pete Yorn -Scarlett Johannson CD "Break Up" and really enjoying it!

At work I heard horror stories from coworkers about their drives in on various highways and interstates about cars flipped on their sides and others off the highway 20 feet or more with people standing around gawking....  Later I enjoyed talking to the few brave shoppers that came out in spite of the latest White Death Snow show going on outside (although it wasn't sticking, and I think many drivers just forgot how to drive in Indiana winter weather after just three days dry warmer weather) and felt the satisfaction of helping them with camera issues and helping them select the right gear for their needs.

At lunchtime I walked to Ike and Jonsey's to have a favorite, (their awesome Patty Melt) and was able to finish two more chapters in the latest book I'm reading, Michael Crichton's "Pirate Latitudes".

...After Lunch I got to see some old Herron friends Brian and Mary, whom I haven't seen since MaryJane and Jody's garden party last year, and to help several more fledgling photographers.

...After work it was off to the Old Pointe Tavern on Mass Ave to meet up with more old Herron friends: Russell A., Rob and Marsha D., Jenny McG, and my Jenni and to meet Russell's new GF Dawn.]]></content:encoded></item></channel> 
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