Interweb Travels

Last night I'd stepped out for a smoke, as I frequently do, & am accosted by two lovely, young, slightly inebriated girls.

We'd spoken of many things, but we'd not exchanged names. Of the things we'd spoken of, Roselle (left), who'd done most of the talking, told me of her blahg The White Blazon. Roselle's a very entertaining woman. Perhaps, if you all check her out, we can all find out if her sister, that would be Catharine, blahgs too.

Spammers make perfect sense:
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Hmm. It would be for you I would have from the window of a hut. Yes. This is what I love about you so. But, ...and swiftly they advanced and I am blind.
What more can a man ask of a woman?

And here, I've only seen young men & old women pushing it. Things seemed to have changed in Jahovah's Witnesses land.

I knew it was a scam, but hadn't realized just how great. Dennis Myers of the Reno News & Review tells us in detail about The Great HDTV Swindle. I'm tellin' ya, I won't miss that damn TV when I make the move to Reno.

This is the Jumper (or Levels of Freedom -- different title on different sites), by Li Wei, is one piece of his incredible work.

A pound of hand, please.

While I understand it -- & don't think I'd have any trouble in similar circumstances (humans being as they are) -- I'm not too sure about the use of deception in potential relationships. You be the judge: Could you pass this test?

Russians really know how to enjoy a music festival.

This is really cool. Keep scrolling, & Flicker's Monster will keep loading more pics as you go.

What is it with churches & phallic symbols when they're secretly worshiping the Goddess...? Or is it that they do realize the dualistic nature of Godhead?

Pancreaticoduodenostomy is the longest word with all six vowels in order. It is also one of many words few of us will ever have the need to write -- let alone say! Want more crap about words?

December 8, 1980. I was in the air force -- foolishly trained as an F-111 Crew Chief & working for Supply (or, more correctly, I was the go to guy for my First Sargent -- he needed something done discreetly, & he'd turn to me). I awoke that morning to find that the dorm -- the air force has dorms, rather than barracks -- was strangely quiet. Even Sundays, which were typically pretty slow at Mt Home Air Force Base in those days, weren't as eerily quiet as the dorm was this day.
I walked out of my room & down the hall to find one person in the day room. The day room was a small room in which there were three or four sofas & a large television. I look in & ask the guy what he was watching, as there was never anything to watch on television in the morning in Idaho. He'd responded that he was watching the news.
Naturally, I was confused by this. Why would the news be on at that time of morning? I worked the swing shift, so I certainly didn't get out of bed before 10.00am. I stepped further into the room to get a view of what was on the television screen. That's when the other guy spoke again. He said: John Lennon's dead.
It was some months later that the whole sordid story of Mark Chapman came out, & later still that in-depth articles appeared in magazines. The world lost something very important that day, all due to one wacko deciding that the world wasn't big enough for two John Lennons.
There are more reminders of rock deaths which had shocked us here: The Most Shocking Rock and Roll Deaths. The last entry is the most shocking.

This is by David Baldwin, a student of the work of the photographer Brassai. See more of the 10 Unusually Talented Night Photographers.

[Jackson] Pollock was not an artist who only became popular posthumously. Thanks in part to the patronage of the socialite collector and heiress Peggy Guggenheim, he was successful long before his death and even a bona fide celebrity of the art world. By the time he died, some critics were hailing him as one of the masters of 20th-century art. They even gave his style a name - abstract expressionism. The manner in which he created his works - by dripping and pouring paint onto the canvas - they called action painting. Proof positive critics can be classed with the likes of marketing people & politicians. Like him or hate him, Pollock was an artist, though many would certainly disagree with this. Read more of this at Plllock's the Bollocks .

Mr. Arkadin.

Beautiful. The whole thing. The girl, the large room, the bed (I've been on a mattress & box-spring on the floor for far too long), those windows -- those windows!

More of the Redwoods.

boundary between this & the Other World.

I'm not convinced "Cathy" exists.

Weirdest examples of mass hysteria.

This pic, Pinkhus Karlinsky; Supervisor of the Chernigov flood gates, was taken in -- get this -- 1909. Nice color, eh? You can find this & more at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats, An Ongoing Series of Cultural and Personal Observations; by Tom Sutpen, Stephen Cooke, Richard Gibson and Kimberly Lindbergs. Fun blahg.

All light up.

Why does this image make me think of Dr Benway? Don't fuck up the meat.

Thanks to Dawn on MySpace, here are a few words from Andy Rooney:
As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal . For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
OK. I know a number of women over forty, as well as a number under forty. I agree with Andy on many points. What I most like is this stat -- where he gets it, I wonder -- Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. I'm only too happy not to marry. Sure, maybe some day, but what woman in her right mind would marry the likes of me? It boggles the mind.

Thousands of rubber ducks to land on British shores after 15 year journey.

I'd first heard this on KUSF radio when I was living in San Francisco. It's among my favorite words.