This is a multi-zone pass….


“Lighthouses are more helpful than churches.”

~~ Benjamin Franklin ~~

tweety sez

And your point is…?

Hajime…. Ah, yes, apartment living…. You know the day isn’t going to go well when you’re awakened at 3:30 AM by screaming voices from the other side of the wall…. Once the hullabaloo was done, & the cat settled down, we managed to get back to sleep, only to oversleep…. Hence, today’s later than usual posting (we don’t use the Tardis on weekends if not needed…. maintenance….), paired with the perfect stolen meme to open todays mess. It describes my feelings this morning quite well, thank you very much….

However, rather than take out my angst over having to listen to someone else’s drama so late/early, and, to give my aching arms & hands a break, we’ll cut today’s intro short yet again…. Hell, this makes the third or fourth time in a week; certainly a new record…. and, I say that just as if a) it mattered, and, b) anyone cared at all. Before I get lost & can’t live up to the word ‘short’, we’ll employ this old literary trick, which works like this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it.” — Thomas Paine



Image from via Google Images

I feel like something raucous today; this promises to fit the bill just fine…. Enjoy!….


Allman Brothers Band
with Eric Clapton






    I’m lazy; so, sue me. I don’t feel like ranting yesterday; therefore, we have no rant today. We do, however have a bit of nonsense from the archives…. You may as well enjoy it; it’s all you get here today…..

From 2/25/2012:

“It’s a buck dancer’s choice my friend, you better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now, and the fire from the ice.
Ain’t no time to hate
— there’s barely time to wait.
Whoa, oh, what I want to know: where does the time go?”

~~ Robert Hunter ~~

Where does the time go? And who says so? Where does your lap go, when you stand up? Where are all those socks that have been lost over the years in the wash? If it’s an unknown soldier, whose side was he on, and how do we know? If Billy stays at his work, baiting lines on a tuna boat, a long time, does that make him a Master Baiter? If Time is a river, or a road stretching out before us, how does it fly? If a butterfly flying away from its cocoon can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world, what happens when an elephant poops? Why on Earth did kamikaze pilots wear helmets? Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?

These are the kinds of things that trouble mankind? Well, no, but I tend to think about them a lot. I’m curious, and there are still a lot of things I have to learn; one can only learn when they admit they don’t know. Why, you may ask, do I spend my time on such nonsense? That’s an easy one. Because I damn well want to, and it’s none of your damn business what I do inside my own head.

But, since you’ve asked so nicely, I’ll put down my curmudgeon cudgel, and tell you. It all started when I was young, and my brother accidentally stepped on my nose. You might wonder what my nose was doing under his foot, but you’ll be disappointed to learn that you’ll never know, because it’s not relevant, or germane to our discussion.

What is relevant is this….. life is hard enough to deal with just as it is; there is pain, suffering, and, a seemingly hostile Universe with which we must contend, every minute of every day. There’s no need to add another layer of difficulty by refusing to see the other side of that seriousness, that little bit of nonsense that is present every where and every when, in everything we do, in everything that happens to us.

We are all Bozos on this bus; when the nose shows, you must let it grow. There will be time enough to be plenty serious when serious problems need to be addressed; when we have the opportunity to experience the other side of existence, it makes good sense to take it. Or, as so aptly put by Willie Wonka:

“A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men.”

Cheers, and welcome to the parade!…….



Visible life

Forty-two days of pressure and internal rain,
leave marks of salvation, often in pain.
Such sharp reminders of yesterday’s remorse
fight heavily to keep a straight course.
Rash moments, bright, and routinely immense
Give us pleasure, bereft of common sense.

Still the night comes soft and eternally dear
to bring out wishful dreams so vitally clear.
Life’s myrmidons give freely in protest
lifting with skill, soul pieces first to infest,
Loudly brash, with no such voices to remain
Sealed in infamy, branded ugliness all too plain.

Now come brave signs of chapter and verse
Shielded by ignorance, irritable and terse.
Gravid portions of in-between retaliation
leave only pale marks of initial gestation
With hope even pallid warriors grow brave
Leading all humanity, to a warm, stale grave.

Hope never falters, nor leaves any trace
Yet lingers forever in a welcoming space.
Cheerful faces yet shine out of time
for tricking and fumbling sweet melody sublime.
Fill in the spaces with a long, strong retort
life is ever visible, if only as last resort.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Life Lived Large


How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown?

~~ Bob Dylan ~~


“The things that matter most
 must not be at the mercy
of the things that matter least.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~~


“Be patient and tough;
someday this pain will be useful to you.”

~~ Ovid ~~


“One’s mind is like a knife.
If you don’t sharpen it, it gets rusty.”

~~ Nien Cheng ~~


“I think we are drawn to dogs
because they are the uninhibited creatures
we might be
if we weren’t certain we knew better.”

~~ George Bird Evans ~~


“Nature is not human-hearted.”

~~ Lao Tzu ~~


“This is living, not to live unto oneself alone.”

~~ Menander ~~


We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~


“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together!”

 ~~The Beatles. “I Am The Walrus” ~~


That’s it. Done. And, not bad, considering. With that in hand, to assuage my non-existent guilt over today’s mess, I’ll take my leave, post-haste, before all my brownie points expire. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, tongue-in-cheek, hat-in-hand, and, just-in-time for a new day…. well, here, anyway…. Ta, then….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
   and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


À bientôt, mon cherí….


17 thoughts on “This is a multi-zone pass….

  1. I was hit by a cricket ball whilst watching a particular 6th former play ( I had a crush on him)……I heard everyone shout ‘duck’ and I looked up to see why…….bozo.
    Bang…right on me nose!
    Blood I was carted off to hospital..
    Never been the same since..

  2. Finding the joy and glow now
    iN the smAllest of luxuries
    in life.. from hot water
    to juices of different
    kinds.. was my
    Aunt Jettie’s
    at.. 94…
    her eyes liGhTinG
    up and shining when
    she thought about the
    joy of the choice.. but a
    alas in her youth.. at an
    age before A grocery store..
    Orange juice was practically
    unheard of.. so the joy of OJ..
    was still her Senior dream but
    me at 47.. anhedonia.. loss of
    emotions.. most severe pain..
    a smile nor laugh no more..
    where one step at a
    time with walker
    Aunt Jettie
    out talked
    me with
    the real
    power of emotions
    she had over me
    as a weak
    of humanity
    iN all ways of spiRit
    then.. anyway.. her
    briGht and Shining
    truly gloWinG way..
    of age.. what she
    had.. i lost and had
    no idea how to get
    back as far as
    goes then..
    funny there is
    no prescription
    of pill known to
    bRinG emoTions
    back except for
    the street
    Molly.. the
    Empathy.. Beauty..
    and Love Drug..
    but of course
    iS when
    the substance
    leaves.. whatever
    exists of the EmoTioNs
    goes away even darker
    is life
    as far
    as i
    FriEnd.. gigoid..:)

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