Housebound

Housebound is a 2014 New Zealand horror comedy film written, edited, and directed by Gerard Johnstone. It is his feature film directorial debut.^[1] The film had its world premiere on March 10, 2014, at South by Southwest and starsMorgana O'Reilly as a woman sentenced to house arrest in a potentially haunted house.


ME: Great movie. A little slow starting once it gets going to catch the. Seriously, watch this movie. It's not what you think.

Blog written while listening to 

IRON & WINE Essential Songs on YouTube.

André Breton (French: [ɑ̃dʁe bʁətɔ̃]; 19 February 1896 – 28 September 1966) was a French writer and poet. He is known best as the founder of Surrealism. His writings include the first Surrealist Manifesto (Manifeste du surréalisme) of 1924, in which he defined surrealism as "pure psychic automatism".

Breton married three times:

• His first wife, from 1921 to 1931, was Simone Collinet, née Simone Kahn (1897–1980).
• His second wife was Jacqueline Lamba, with whom he had his only child, a daughter named Aube.
• His third wife was Elisa Claro.

 Jacqueline Lamba Breton (sometimes Jacqueline Lamba or Jacqueline Lamba-Breton; November 17, 1910, Saint-Mandé – July 20, 1993, Rochecorbon) was aFrench^[1] (one source incorrectly has "American")^[2] painter perhaps best known as the second wife of André Breton and "the subject of many of his poems".^[3] With Breton she had a daughter, Aube Elléouët Breton. She and Breton separated in 1943. Lamba later married David Hare, an American sculptor.^[4]

Lamba participated in the Surrealist Movement between 1934-1947.^[5] It is claimed she had a sexual affair with fellow artist Frida Kahlo.

For the last five years of her life, Lamba suffered from Alzheimer's disease.

This blog is structured around all the pictures and downloads from my phone and my tablet.
It resembles the tumbler sites where most of the pictures came from.
I will coin a new term, fumble or. Or maybe, stumbler. Or… Maybe bumbler would better describe what I'm doing.

I bought this little tree for $10 last year right after Father's Day. Brought it home stuck underground with little fanfare. It has survived survived and thrived. I now have two peaches on it. And the memory of pruning it with my mother.

Another memory of my mother. Baking many cream pies. And the oldest boy made a caramelized banana sauce to go on top. With green a must… With green whipped cream… Finally

This is what substitutes for conversation today's world. Even though they may all be playing a trivia game together. Crazy, right?

This is just good home cooking. Broiled asparagus, portobello mushrooms carrots and peas, green chili cheese grits, and barbecue pork ribs. Get a glass of tea you make your play
make your plate.

A properly seasoned cast-iron pan is better than any Teflon pan made

Heads second painting

A simple vendor fresh corn on the call, sautéed portobello mushrooms, sloppy Joe sliders, and all the watermelon you can.
Eat

This is how the oldest boy makes chicken parm

The Texas favorite, Chicken Fried steak with cream gravy and a loaded baked potato. Aside salad is all you need. And PBR

The quick chicken stirfry with lots of fresh vegetables.

A quick lasagna fresh mozzarella and zucchini and mushrooms. There are never any leftovers when you make a small batch

Even a simple sandwich with some cattle chips can make a great meal.

It has been a hard week and it is time to relax

Go to the park and listen to Charlotte corn seen her ass off… Seeing her ass off… sing her ass off.

 Model Alley in College Station Texas running beside chicken. When Texas A&M used to play the SMU Mustangs the young cadets would make homemade spurs out of the bottle caps and coat hangers and where there moment shoes all week to spur the Mustangs
those were the good old days when Texas A&M and SMU and Texas and Houston and Texas Tech and rice TCU and Baylor and Arkansas made at the Southwest conference. Bad decision to go into the a 12. Good decision for A&M to move on to the SEC

I want to thank my parents for introducing me to the world of books. Correction, worlds of books.

It's funny because their boots
boobs

Anybody want a horse around?

In case you can't tell that's a chilling reality no and red beans and yes that's a paper plate. Simple things can be great

There is nothing, nothing like a homemade Tex-Mex dinner shared with family.

"I will live this day as if it is my last.

Feeling every sensation fully.

In absolute Surrender and totally immersed in the Mystery of this Eternal moment.

Fully engaged. Fully Alive!"

- The Door of 

Everything (via the-door-of-everything)

It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees."

Sally Coulter

We compare ourselves to Ramana Maharshi or the Dalai Lama or Buddha or Eckhart Tolle or whoever we think is deeply enlightened, and we tell ourselves that we have a long way to go, that we’ll never be like them, that enlightenment is a distant and probably unreachable goal. But curiously, if we listen to these people or others like them, they are telling us something quite different. They are telling us that enlightenment is right here and that it belongs to no one."

Joan Tollifson

These seven words, ‘This is it and this is sufficient’, are the most simple way I have ever found to sum up liberation. When oneness is seen, which can only happen when the person is not there to see it, then it is realised not only that this is all there is, but that this is enough. When the grimy veil of the person is not there diminishing and taking for granted the everyday, and clamouring for something more exciting to happen, then the ordinary becomes transformed into this wonderful play of consciousness.

Seeing oneness is the end of searching, because when the everyday is seen as a miracle there is no need to search for anything else to spice up life with. The leaves rustling in the wind, the texture of a dog’s coat as it is stroked in the park, the taste of fresh coffee on the verandah of the cafe are seen to be enough. This is why although liberation has no necessary implications, there tends to be relaxation and a profound enjoyment of simple things when the person has dropped away.

living life: one triiip at a time

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Proceed With Caution:

The following posts are only a glimpse into the kaleidoscopic mess that goes on inside my head

"Relationship is a mirror. Wherever you are related with a person — a wife, a husband, a friend, a lover, an enemy — a mirror is there. The wife mirrors the husband. You can see yourself there, and if you see an ugly husband, don’t try to leave your wife — the ugliness is in you. Drop that ugliness! This mirror is beautiful, and be thankful to this mirror. But stupid and cowardly people always escape and renounce; brave and wise people always live in relationship, and use it as a mirror. Living with someone is a constant mirroring around you. Every moment the other reveals you, exposes you. The closer the relationship, the clearer is the mirror: the more distant the relationship, the mirror is not so clear. ~ Osho

"Awareness is a word, and it gets used in different ways. Because it is a noun, it suggests some-THING, but it’s not really pointing to an object or a particular experience. What the word is pointing to is not a concept but an undeniable, nonconceptual reality that is here right now. Right now, awareness is here, beholding these words, this Facebook post and everything else that is showing up in this moment.

Sometimes the word awareness is used to indicate the primordial ground of being (the Ultimate Subject, the water in every wave, the experiencing that is present as every different experience). Sometimes the word awareness is used more narrowly to indicate the light behind attention. In the first usage, we would say awareness is always present, but in the latter usage, we might speak of “becoming more aware” or “being unaware” or “cultivating awareness.” In both cases, as either the primordial ground of being or as the light behind attention, awareness is a nonconceptual knowingness that is direct, immediate and (as they say in Zen) most intimate. It might also be called unconditional love.

We could say that awareness is the light that is revealing this present moment. Awareness is prior to thought, upstream from thought—but it is not opposed to thought. It is here before thought, during thought, and after thought. Awareness is what sees and recognizes that a thought is a thought. Awareness is sometimes compared to the empty mirror within which every changing reflection appears, or the unchanging screen on which all the different scenes in a movie play out. When we watch a movie, we are always seeing the screen, but we don’t notice that fact because our attention is absorbed in the story and drama of the movie, all of which seems to obscure the screen (but in fact, never really hides it). These different analogies can all be helpful pointers, but remember that they are only maps.

If you’re feeling confused about awareness, you won’t clarify all this by thinking about it. It’s more about simply noticing the nature of your own immediate experiencing right now, noticing that there is something going on right now besides thinking. And also noticing that when you turn your attention around to find the “you” who is turning your attention around or thinking your thoughts, you find no-thing back there—instead, you encounter empty space, vastness—EVERYTHING—but not the “you” that thought and imagination have been insisting is back there (or in here), behind the curtain like the Wizard of Oz, experiencing and authoring and doing “your life.” This entity turns out to be a mental image, a thought-story, a neurological sensation—a kind of mirage—but whenever we turn to find it, it isn’t there.

All the words (“awareness” and “thinking” and “primordial ground of being”) are only pointers or maps that bring our attention to various aspects or qualities of this living reality that is right here before the words. But if we focus only or primarily on the words—i.e., on the map and not the territory itself—if we try to clarify all this mainly by thinking, we end up very confused. The truth is simple, obvious and actually unavoidable. But our thoughts ABOUT the truth can get very complex, confusing and mystifying. If we’re confused, it’s a clue that thinking is overshadowing everything else. Is it possible instead to simply be here in this moment—hearing the traffic or the birdsong, feeling the breathing and the sensations in the body—simply BEING? In that simple aware presence, without thinking, is there any confusion? Is anything lacking?

If it seems as if there is something lacking, what is it that makes us say that? What are we referring to or referencing when we say that something is lacking? Is it a sensation? A subtle thought-story? What is it that we are calling “lack”? What does it feel like, this lacking? Where is it located in the body? Can we simply experience it, wordlessly, without the label, without judgment, without trying to get rid of it or make sense of it? What is it like to simply experience this moment, however it is, without resisting it or trying to manipulate it or wanting it to be different?

True meditation or awakening isn’t about being always calm and blissful and perpetually free of thoughts. It’s simply being awake Here / Now, awake to how it is in this moment—awake as this natural seeing-hearing-breathing-sensing-thinking-awaring presence that we effortlessly always already are. How simple can this be?

Thought tells us that we are an independent somebody and that we have a serious problem. Something is lacking or not quite right. There are many elaborate systems for dissolving this imaginary problem and enlightening this mirage-like self. There are many stories, books, scriptures, teachers, teachings…many methods and non-methods…meditation, no meditation…gurus and anti-gurus…and it can all seem very complicated and confusing. Who to believe? What to do?

You might just notice that whatever you are doing or thinking or hearing or seeing in this moment is happening by itself. Reading these words, responding in whatever ways you are responding, hearing the street traffic or the neighbor’s television, feeling the tingling in your toe or the ache in your shoulder….breathing, heart beating, blood circulating, thoughts popping up, feelings, movement…acting, speaking, listening, sleeping, waking, dreaming, imagining. Who or what is doing all of this? How is it all happening? You may notice a huge sense of relief in the realization that “you” are not managing all of this. “You” are not separate from all of this or in control of any of it. Even the so-called voluntary actions and well-considered decisions are all happening by themselves. “You” don’t know what your next thought, your next impulse, or your next response will be. “You” don’t exist as the separate, encapsulated self that thought and imagination have dreamed up out of thin air.

And it might be noticed that wherever you go, Here you always are as this unbound awaring presence and this undivided present happening (seeing-hearing-breathing-sensing-thinking-conceptualizing); and whatever time of day or night it is, and however old or young you seem to be, it is always this timeless and eternal Now. It might be noticed how simple and effortless Here / Now is—how it is always effortlessly present, just as it is. Even the apparent effort happens effortlessly. And even the intermittent self-concern and absorption in the story of “me” is an impersonal happening that no one owns, authors, initiates or controls…it is a happening of the whole universe, and it doesn’t mean anything about the fictitious “me” anymore than the weather means anything. It all simply is as it is.

And every night in deep sleep (and actually, moment to moment), it all disappears along with the phantom experiencer-author-doer-caretaker-observer. What remains? What remains in deep sleep is Here / Now. It can neither be grasped nor avoided. It is all there is, and all there is, is this. We can call it God or Consciousness or the Self or primordial Awareness or emptiness or no-thing-ness or blippity-bloop. No word is it. The words are only pointers, and the map is never the territory. If you think about all this, you fall into confusion. But even then, no one has fallen anywhere. It’s all a dream-like movie, gone in an instant."

Joan Tollifson

When you begin to become conscious, more aware, when your eyes begin to open, the first thing you see is how deluded you are and how much you’re holding onto that which makes you suffer. This is, in many ways, the most important step: Are you willing to be aware?

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (

Stop telling yourself that the grass is greener on the other side, because it’s not. It is greener where you water it. So take control of your life and start watering your own pastures and grow your own greener grasses.

Place your hand over your heart. Feel that? That’s called purpose. You’re alive for a reason. Don’t forget it.

"Stop thinking, and end your problems.

What difference between yes and no?

What difference between success and failure?

Must you value what others value,

avoid what others avoid?

How ridiculous!"

Lao Tzu

Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh; the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time."

Caprica (TV series)

Caprica is an American science fiction drama television series. A spin-off prequel of the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica taking place 58 years before the cataclysmic destruction of the "Twelve Colonies of Kobol", Caprica shows how humanity first created the robotic Cylons who would later turn against their human masters. Among Caprica's main characters are the father and uncle of William Adama, the man who becomes the senior surviving military leader of the fleet which represents the remnants of the Twelve Colonies in Battlestar Galactica.

Good morning

will start their

asked to restart the blog, food blog but the way to run this there are many blogs that trickle-down more.

This is the will.

So this fall will be… Incoherent to say the least.

I will also be using my dictation software as if things were confusing enough.

My first thought was to use by personal journal to generate blog content. To personal. Too much blather.

I hate losing anything have taken the time to dictate, and I just lost a paragraph. It pleases me all.
Kisses me off.
Makes me mad.
My second thought was to use my original fiction to generate blog content. Low quality
my third thought was to make an inventory of the tabs I had open on my computer. I had to reboot so that killed that idea.
I've decided to just put together things that interest me. Kind of like what they do on October but not long-term. Organized. I want it to be a stream of consciousness. A mix matched magazine of madness.

So how to create the blog... My first idea was to created in Microsoft Office and then upload. There was a problem uploading the pictures. And, I decided that I did not want a copy of the blog. One of the logs to be unique.

So let's begin.

Let's begin the way I've created all of my other balks in the past. With a movie. Today the movie I picked turned out to be a TV series. It's a good to serious. I'm going to go with some next week's blog will be a movie I've watched in the past to start us out while I continue to watch this series. I got into sci-fi by reading Dean Koontz's book on writing. He said that it helped stat out of the Chandra that you wanted to write about and read other genres. It would make a better writer. That got me to try sci-fi. I like. All the. But a lot of it.

I plan on doing this for as long as I can on Saturday mornings before the rest of the family gets up and is ready to entertain my personality. That's a lot of free time and. This morning I was more Thursday… Thirsty than anything else. I woke up on my own.. Early. I'm looking forward to getting caffeine when she wakes up.

When I woke up storm was blowing in. We have had weeks and weeks of storm. It has stopped now.

As reported…Rain has continued to fall this week, bringing new flooding to parts of Texas, Louisiana and Oklahoma, with forecasts of more to come in the next few days. Engineers are releasing millions of gallons of water from swollen reservoirs and flood-control lakes, adding to rivers and streams that in some places are still cresting. In parts of Texas, this has become the rainiest month ever recorded.

One of the highest tolls over the weekend was in Hays County, in the Hill Country southwest of Austin, where at least four people died and many more are missing. Two of the dead and seven of the missing were among members of three families sharing a vacation house that the Blanco ripped from its foundation, carried downstream and broke apart.

Let's go clear off my tablet and see if anything interesting is that it…

 Being the youngest boy have been playing a lot in this. Enjoying every minute of it. Enjoying it because I stopped reading it like you can this listen and started playing tennis. We suck. That's okay. We have a lot of fun that's the goal. The oldest boy hasn't gone with the ship. He says he will bring Allen. He never has yet we did get grandfather to go with us. The old brought him down to our level. Still… He had fun playing and left planning to play. But more tennis into his life. To put more play into his life. But more fun to his life.

I can't put my finger on it but she is become one of my favorite tennis players.

 Now some of these pictures" have been sent to different people throughout the week in texts and emails. That doesn't mean they can't be used here again.

I loved the first half of this movie, not so much the second half when Andy Warhol came into it. And I love drinking White Russians.

 This is something I can agree with…. I am sure I was born to do nothing… Now if I can just get over the guilt.

 This goes out my close group of friends and loved ones you know you are.

 It is hard for me to let people do their own thing. It is impossible for the older son to let people do their own thing. Once the perfect decision has been made there is no reason to do it any other way. Perfect is overrated if you ask me. Perfect would mean we don't need art we would just take pictures.

 Everyone Ethan know they are good enough… I tell it to myself all the time

 Bull terriers are the coolest dogs ever.

 This could describe how I felt about starting wall. It applies to many situation.

 I gave up trying to control the ocean now I just watch the waves. I think you know what I mean when I think.

This is a good place to cut and paste the quotes I've collected this week, on this tablet.  I have two…

I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don’t want to shrink back just because something isn’t easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can’t and I can.
Kristin Armstrong

Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together
Marilyn Monroe

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A reflective man generally spends his time adapting his idea of things to the alterations imposed by new facts. It is in this process of bending and adjusting thought, in this conscious elimination of error, that truth—that is to say, what life can teach us—is to be found.
Albert Camus, NoteboFarce

Our most elementary experience of subjectivity is that of the ‘richness of my inner life’: this is what I 'really am,’ in contrast to the symbolic determinations and responsibilities I assume in public life (as father, professor, etc.). The first lesson of psychoanalysis here is that this 'richness of inner life’ is fundamentally fake: it is a screen, a false distance, whose function is, as it were, to save my appearance, to render palpable (accessible to my imaginary narcissism) my true social-symbolic identity. One of the ways to practise the critique of ideology is therefore to invent strategies for unmasking this hypocrisy of the 'inner life’ and its 'sincere’ emotions. The experience we have of our lives from within, the story we tell ourselves about ourselves in order to account for what we are doing, is thus a lie—the truth lies rather outside, in what we do.
Slavoj Žižek, First as Tragedy, Then as Farce

May this suffering serve to awaken compassion."

🔬📚🔮

What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed."

It’s forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would’ve annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive. Gregory David Roberts

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head. Henry Rollins

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Polly Alexandra Walker (born 19 May 1966) is an English actress

 

Turkey Buzzard

There is another dimension to the world as it has evolved.  People have made sex the new currency.  It buys a lot of things.  To that end, Taffy is the group’s bank.  She is very, very sexually active in the course of completing her duties.  There are new relations to make, old ones to keep going.  She also has a fondness for Dinker.  It isn’t currency between them, more of a covenant.  It is their way of demonstrating their commitment to each other.  They are a team. Then you can add The Soldier and the Computer Guy.

Taffy isn’t a bombshell.  She is what you would call a natural beauty.  She just has something that makes her desirable.  Not so much sexy, just..desirable.  Her figure is rubenesque.  Nice and lumpy.  Soft and cuddly.  Her personality is just as cuddly.  She is very affectionate and sweet....sweet as a box of peanut brittle.  and her technique...absolutely phenomenal.  When a lady loves her sex and wants to spread pleasure by spreading her legs,   It is a combination made no where else but Heaven.

My nose has been bleeding off and on since we got back from the surface.  This group was hit with flue like virus.  Way more virulent thand the Spanish strain that killed more Americans then WWI did.  Not  a symptom.  I how they didn’t get an ‘insurance policy’ on the first weapon of mass destruction.  Thant means to put one in right after another to pick up the stragglers.  Shit.  I did the full decon when I got back on board. 

I have to cut this off.

 The rest of this has not been edited and has a lot of typeos. So many it is practically illegible.
If I want to use it, I need to work on it.  Tell yo what, let's move on to the food and family blogs.  My art is like my fiction, it needs work before it can be posted. Who does five works, ten if y count the adult and the family sites? I guess it wouldn't hurt ot put works in-progress up.

Hell Comes to Frogtown.

Storyline

'Hell' is the name of the hero of the story. He's a prisoner of the women who now run Written by Rob Hartill

the USA after a nuclear/biological war. Results of the war are that mutants have evolved, and the human race is in danger of extinction due to infertility. Hell is given the task of helping in the rescue of a group of fertile women from the harem of the mutant leader (resembling a frog). Hell cannot escape since he has a bomb attached to his private parts which will detonate if he strays more than a few hundred yards from his guard. 

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I’ve decided to start blogging again. Not to be heard but to speak. The idea is to create one free-form blog and use it well… Pieces of it for my more public blogs. The free-form blog is anonymous. That’s why feel free. I will start by reading excerpts from my personal journal. The only rule being… Nothing about work. I will write about work but that is just a squeeze the pimple. Get the pus out. So no blogging about work. Hard and fast rule. I will take the best parts of my Journal any pictures” I have collected through the week and trickle them down into my public blogs.

For this first week I want to reach a little further back… I guess not really that far back… Last weekend. It was a big time Juicy Jake was in town and Oldest Son I had an adventure together. It was a great weekend. Not a perfect weekend. A great weekend.

1504 17 at 749 in the morning Friday

a very special Friday.

A vacation day. And right at the perfect time this little book is being started a little early. The composition I’m working in is out on the porch. Did I mention that Juicy Jake is here? Came in yesterday at 930 in the morning. Pretty Woman is taken off to be with him, he leaves Monday or Tuesday. I came home at lunch to seem, went back to work with the Slutsky’s original deluxe add jalapenos. Thanks Youngest Son. Came home after work. Stopped by Kroger, needed supplies for Tex-Mex night. Beer, stuff, and grab some pork ribs at $.99 a pound. Grab to their cheap. Drank PDR in the truck. Waited for them on the porch because they were out getting haircuts.

Oldest Son had gotten his hair cut the day before. Youngest Son got his hair cut today me? Never. Self the excavation point drank more PDR and smoked Marlboro red 72’s out of my donkey dispenser.

Didn’t smoked last time Juicy Jake was here, I’d just been sick. First time in a long time. Hope it’s enjoyed and put away. I said, Oldest Son flushed the radiator in the trunk. He needs it to go pick up his project car. We leave early early early on Saturday. He is going to get two new tires on it today. I’m having to use my stash money, my last $300.

Took me a minute to find my stash. I’d had to move it because I’d let Youngest Son take some of it and a stash is in a stash if someone else knows about it. Turns out I had it in an old wallet in the tower. I left a 20. Never empty the stash! Let’s turn the fan so blows right on me. I’m starting to perspire. Mucho better. Too lazy to get the can composition off of the porch. I’ll need it there today anyway. I found another to take and give to Juicy Jake. One retired from the lab. Unique. Unique is a nice word for trash.

Second cup of 8:11 AM

hey Mike, I can wear my old bra, it fits me around the middle!

Pretty Woman is lost 21 pounds, from 214 to 193. That’s good news.

150419 at 7:44 AM Sunday

I’m hiding out in the life lab to keep from disturbing everybody. Juicy Jake is asleep in a chair. Holly hangs out with him. Pretty Woman and Pinto are in our bed. Pretty Woman wearing last night’s clothes. Youngest Son stayed up after work playing videos. Oldest Son was actually asleep when we came home around 1130… Hope it’s not an omen… The coffee mug with. I kept pouring coffee it, and leeking out. The lab is just not operational. The main computer puked. One replace it . two get anything worthwhile back off. Put that on the to do list. On the doing list watching hell comes to Frogtown with Randy Roddy piper in yet another be movie. How did I get here? Had it went something like this… Watching the first season of voice should bottom of the sea, I remember the color version but never saw the early black and white stuff it is mainly a thinly veiled version of the Cold War, but the last episode was all sci-fi Shangri-La hidden in the Antarctic. Dinosaurs. Natives. Human sacrifice.






Over the top but the native girl caught my eye and I caught her name.

Vitina Marcus (born March 1, 1937 in New York City, New York) is an American actress of Sicilian and Hungarian descent. Her parents were Rose and Frank Marcus, and her Sicilian grandmother was named Vitina.


Turns out she played squalls on Gunsmoke and the like. She was dark skinned you see. Turns out, she sells real estate in Las Vegas now.

Has a daughter by Rory Calhoun.

One of the made for the movies leading men of the 50s. His last movie, close to it, was Frogtown. It led me to a list of sci-fi I pretty much agree with so I followed a promising trail and found Frogtown on who I’m watching it off the tablet down here in the life lab. Long day yesterday. Oldest Son wanted to get on the road by 7:30 AM, to get the trailer at U-Haul, get to Oklahoma City, and get the AE 71 Corolla, and get home. Lots of getting. I had to wake Oldest Son up. His phone died during the night. We got on the road finally put some miles down. Didn’t turn the radio on until we almost got home. We talked. And talked. And when we ran out of things to talk about, we talk about the next interesting car that passed us. They all passed us. I’m a slow and go guy, the trailer is just an excuse.

 Gas in the tank and shared McDonald’s breakfast crap. Almost good enough without Oldest Son put it. Hadn’t Juicy Jake did spot things. We called mom and dad when we get exit 51, the home of the fried pies. They love them so much. After a few wrong turns, we got there. When the guy said the battery had just been stolen, I suspected a fast one. The car runs, no way I’m going for not seeing it run. We jump it off with no battery and a first for me. Loads right up. Strap it down and head back.

No way we’re making the 5 o’clock drive. Stopped once for soda. Get back. Jump it appeared unloaded, he drives around back and parked. It’s going to be a challenging project. He doesn’t want it running, he wants to swap out his motor and transmission to go standard.

Youngest Son was busy. I suggested he put his talents to use detailing Oldest Son’s camery. Oldest Son has been helping him work on his Mustang. He did an outstanding job. Found this time I thought I’d left at Dr. Jekyll’s the first time we went.



 I talked them out of a replacement Stein when we were there Friday night. That’s two for us now hadn’t Juicy Jake R buzzed by not. Not even in the mood. Too much Friday night. I’m designated driver then. A very hungry designated driver. We ended up at the college pizza place, old-school pizza, scarfed a solid, large, and some pizza. Full up, we go to J Gilliam’s. A weird crowd there. Just a few college kids mostly locals, not many of those, and I’m sure it’s because I’m sober but age Pretty Woman is loud talking about everyone around us. I don’t want any trouble. And Pretty Woman is in a weird mood. Nothing I say sensed right with her I’m afraid I’m just as bad when I drink. I’m sure I am. Sad. We last until a little after 11 o’clock. P.W. and  I go to bed.   After Youngest Son showed me the job he did on the Corolla. Okay the log is now up-to-date. Time for more coffee.

Coffee time

we have a good thing. Just enough fun to keep things entertaining. Today has structure. Breakfast tacos. Tennis. Hamburgers and Greg Schroeder at the Magnolia in Fort Worth tonight and then home to catch the last of the Spurs game. First playoff game versus the Clippers. Definitely some sketchy on the back porch. Maybe a game of darts… Or two. Why does my right arm hard? I don’t remember straining it? Coffee. Black. Strong. Out of a crazy Bob mug. Coincidence?

Note: none of these plans worked out, by the way.

150424

I can use this point of view more than anyone I know...

When you commit to doing something, you make a promise to yourself. And when you break that promise out of laziness, discouragement, or fear, you are only cheating yourself. You are not “getting away with something.” You are only getting away from your own potential. When you commit to making your dream come true, that is the promise you simply decide to never, ever break. It doesn’t matter how many times you get discouraged, or exhausted, or frustrated, you just remember that you have not given yourself the option to quit. That is what commitment is — when the idea of ever stopping your efforts simply doesn’t exist. You have infinite patience and resilience because there is no other option. You have the ability to bear the pain and frustration because you must find a way to beat it. It doesn’t mean it won’t feel hard to press on — it might feel impossible, and yet you still find a way to keep going. You simply always press on. At a certain point, all your effort and energy and power is only directed towards your dream, and you no longer have to waste any energy on trying to motivate yourself to keep going.

January 4, 2015

This classic suspense film finds New York City ad executive Roger O. Thornhill (Cary Grant) pursued by ruthless spy Phillip Vandamm (James Mason)


Okay we have, room back on Jackson.
Variety The stream up.
Timed work on some graphic arts.

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But you treat stream of consciousness. This is what happens when you leave the microphone on.

Okay… One more time. I stopped to make a snack. The ultimate grilled cheese. Dark rye bread. Herb roasted Turkey. American cheese. Sharp cheddar cheese. Chili's. Minced ham. All piled together and melted. Serve with roasted potatoes fried crunchy on one side. Drizzled with ranch dressing and catch up. An excellent lunch.

A young doctor is suspected when a series of Jack the Ripper copycat killings is committed. However, when the doctor himself is murdered, his identical twin brother claims to have seen visions of the true killer

Jackson… Were back.

Been working on graphic arts getting.

Surprisingly not much to say.

It has been a good date for graphic arts.

I might have one more creation in me while I have the paints out to see what I can find

Venom

A pack of teenagers run for their lives through the swamps of Louisiana, as they are chased by Mr. Jangles, a man possessed by 13 evil souls who is relentless in his pursuit of new victims.