Intimate moments of inane prattle….


“Life, as we know it, does not exist.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

Spring in the creek

 Spring, springing….

Hajime…. My morning routines are evolving again. I’ve had to set the deadline for getting the Pearls done in the morning an hour or two ahead, as I’m now able to sleep, and not up every morning about 3 AM. Yay, me…. In addition, it’s good to know my age is not keeping me from undergoing changes needed to keep on a balanced, steady course. Once we lose the ability to change, our time here is done, pretty much, for only the dead do not change. Well, as pointed out to me once, they do rot, which is change, but, it no longer concerns them, does it now? Right.

Hmm…. I can’t say that’s the most gripping, or compelling opening I’ve done, but, I can say it’s not even close to being either one. I’d delete it & start again, but, I’m already later than I’d hoped to be this morning, so we’ll just pretend it’s fine, and get on with it. I still have three sections to complete, & we won’t get there if I keep waffling. Of course, the question as to whether or not ‘getting there’ is a worthwhile pastime is one we won’t bother to justify with a response. That would be both self-serving, and inefficient, and we do try to avoid both of those, when we can…. Today, that’s looking a bit iffy….

Ah, well, so much for vaulting ambition; I think even moderate ambition, or modest, will also be out of our purview, so, let’s not even go there, okay? Instead, I’ll stop fooling around with this, & get on with it. After all, it’s only a matter of time until none of much anything will really matter to us, so, really, what’s the point, eh? Of course, that’s giving in to despair, but, we’re getting rather adept at that, so…. I think, most likely, this would be a good time for me to push this button, which will take us where we need to be, without any further idiocy from the author, who has completely lost his way, and is now stuck speaking in a completely different person. Damn it…. Fuck it, I’m pushing it now….

Shall we Pearl?….

“To find a fault is easy; to do better may be difficult.”

~~ Plutarch ~~


bonnie (2)

    I couldn’t think of anything new and different, and we just did classical yesterday. So, today, I’ll please myself. Here is my favorite female artist. Red hair, hot guitar licks, and a voice that can send chills up your spine…. The video I chose was the latest I could find, from 2013 BBC sessions she preformed…. Enjoy, ffolkes; I will, for sure….


Bonnie Raitt Live





Dont keep calm

“The only way to combat criminals is by not voting for them.”

~~ Dayton Allen ~~

In the past couple weeks, I’ve avoided ranting extensively here. I’ve been putting most of that angst into comments on other blogs, so there hasn’t been enough left here to stimulate my outrage, even though there is more than enough in the news to do so. What I see there only convinces me my bad feelings about what may happen in the next few years are not unjustified….. In fact, the above quote mirrors much of my thought process, for I’ve come to the conclusion that that longer we encourage the idiots who are ostensibly in charge of society, by voting, by paying taxes, by allowing their lies to be truth, the longer the trouble we face will be with us, eventually leading us inexorably to our extinction.

Rather than try to force out all that is in there, boiling over, I’ll throw out some pearls, from which you can build your own rant in your mind. Oh, it’s not hard; don’t be afraid. Just follow the bouncing ideas, and you’ll see how much fun it can be to take the Asininnies for a spin down Insult Lane…. Here, then, for your viewing pleasure are today’s pearls, to string together & throw at the Beloved Ruling Class, the Dogma Dogs, the Faceless Mrymidons, and all the other Asininnies we have come to know and, hate so well….

“All riches come from iniquity, and unless one has lost, another cannot gain. Hence that common opinion seems to be very true, “the rich man is unjust, or the heir to an unjust one.”  Opulence is always the result of theft, if not committed by the actual possessor, than by his predecessor.” — St. Jerome (340?-420)

“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.  It is it’s natural manure.” — Thomas Jefferson, Letter to William S. Smith, Paris, Nov.  13, 1787

“Bureaucracy defends the status quo long past the time when the quo has lost its status.” — Laurence J. Peter

“Lysander said that the law spoke too softly to be heard in such a noise of war.” — Plutarch — Life of Caius Marius

” When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl!” [When cryptography is outlawed, only outlaws will have privacy!”, ROT-13 encrypted]  — Brad Templeton of ClariNet

“We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.” — Titus Livius

“Wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction.” — New Testament — Matthew vii, 13

Lions in the street and roaming,
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming,
A beast caged in the heart of the city.
The body of his mother lying in the summer ground,
He fled the town.
Went down south across the border,
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there, over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel,
A strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.

~~ Jim Morrison, “Celebration of the Lizard” ~~



    I’ve been feeling as if there’s a poem in me, percolating, but, it has not yet reached the stage where I can open a vein to let it out. Here, instead, is the last one I wrote, not so long ago…. I hope you enjoy it…..

Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Dragon Bookends/Random Thoughts


“Safety is on the shore, but the pearl is in the ocean.”

~~ Chinese Proverb ~~


“When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.”

~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~


“Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm
but to add color to my sunset sky.”

~~ Rabindranath Tagore ~~


“Art has an obligation to offend.”

~~ Edward Albee ~~


“When I was a lark, I sang; when I was a worm, I devoured.”

~~ Theodore Roethke ~~


“Man needs, for his happiness,
not only the enjoyment of this or that,
but hope and enterprise and change.”

~~ Bertrand Russell ~~


“No falsehood lingers into old age.”

~~ Sophocles ~~


“If you can, help others.  If you can’t, at least don’t hurt others.”

~~ the Dalai Lama ~~

“Enjoy yourself–it’s later than you think.”

~~ Chinese Proverb ~~


Well, I beat the odds, though slowly. It’s all fresh though, except for the poem, which is about as fresh as I can do. Regardless of aught else we might say, it’s done, so, I’ll be nice, and end it here, and now. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, unless somebody comes up with a better plan….

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….


13 thoughts on “Intimate moments of inane prattle….

  1. Titus quote is excellent……the TJ quote…if anyone knows about manure it would be him. Congrats on the sleep… just write me and let me know how it feels…LOL Bonnie is an excellent choice…….how about some Bo Didley? The true King of rock and roll…..must split for now….have a good day my friend……chuq

    • Okay, we’ll put Bo in tomorrow, if there is an appropriate entry on YT….

      Sleep’s nice but, still a bit hit & miss… when it’s good, I’ll let you know…. *wink*

      See ya, amigo; I’ll be by later….


  2. “Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
    for a thousand sand castles, never built.”

    That’s a fruitive poetic thOught written
    by you gigoid..
    and one that remains
    true for those stuck
    the ages..
    wHere newer more
    colorful Sand Castles
    are the pyrAmids that
    never got built.. or the baby
    who was never born.. or whatever
    comes next.. that one put off from
    doing yesternow..
    now.. so easy
    to get
    in a rut
    of same..
    when culture provides
    all the sugars and fats for
    close to free.. wHere Moving..
    Connecting.. and Creating.. becomes
    vicarious mirror-neurons in Soap
    Opera.. drama.. cop show
    or even Kardashian
    reality show way..
    NFL.. AFC..
    TV team sports
    replace softballs
    on the grass.. and
    cooking shows are
    watched but never have
    time to come real on table
    and chairs iN sitting together
    more than one foot from a
    4 inch
    So.. i for oNe continue
    to build alWays new
    Sand Castles
    as ya gotta
    go wHeRe the
    birds migrate if
    ya expect to remain
    a bird of a feather toGeTheR asOne..
    but hell yes.. miss those 2 Decades
    of Cheers Bowling Line Work..
    never a dull a moment
    when 100 or so
    eYes of God
    noW and hell
    yes.. after hours
    we used to watch X
    rated movies as a community
    together.. Jesus.. one day i’ll
    have to make a special blog
    to relate all those old
    sea stories
    if only the
    Cold Terrazza
    Floors could
    And yeah..
    of course that is
    why one of my favorite
    movies is the Big Lebowski
    Movie for me.. the whole
    dam thing
    for REAL.. wITh mE..
    Saddest pArt oF aLL
    my friend.. is when folks
    no longer move.. connect
    and create as REAL.. AND
    AGAIN that’s the real
    i dance
    now 5300 miles
    in 33 months.. liVe
    iS to short NOT to livE REAL
    Bowling Alley LiFe iS Truly
    Beach LiFe
    when Nature
    SinGs Free
    as uS and
    them.. aS One F iN BoOWLinG
    League toGeTheR iN Ten pIN WaY..
    but yeah.. Old Seville Quarter Cheers
    wHeRe everyone kNoWs mY nAMe
    now.. increasingly
    as DanCinG LeGenT..
    thAT mY
    friend iS an
    honor earned
    and never F iN bought
    wITh Trump Green
    back comb overs..
    followers or
    likes.. shares
    or WTF on
    or Word
    i FucKinG
    my bald
    iT is
    mY onLY CRoWN..:)

  3. Featnote..
    Every now i come
    here i iNnately iNstinctually..
    iNtuitively.. sense.. feel..
    and kNoW that GOD
    iS iM here
    as nows
    go on..
    in how
    GoD oF
    Nature per
    voice sPeaKs..
    now just goes
    to show.. ‘Atheists’
    can be the FucKinG
    greaTest Christians oF aLL
    iN manners of the REAL HeArt..
    spiRit and soUl.. my friEnd but noW
    thAt is earned moreover by worKinG
    with people than things or books alone..
    perhaps more clergy should volunteer
    at Bowling Alleys.. Mental Institutions..
    or Caregiving Facilities for the
    before they
    earn the right
    to say any FucKinG
    thing about what GoD
    is or was back then in
    noW a F iN Book alone..;)

  4. “Lysander said that the law spoke too softly to be heard in such a noise of war.”
    Life of Caius Marius
    “We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.” — Titus Livius
    And good music as well!

    “If music be the food of love, play on,
    Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken and so die.
    That strain again, it had a dying fall.
    O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more,
    ’Tis not so sweet now as it was before”

    meanwhile I have just accomplished a cold,icy even,mini rant on chuq’s blog…
    Thanx gigoid the oh, so, dubious one…
    Glad to see you are sleeping better than I..

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