The labels are peeling off….


“It takes a very long time to become young.”

~~ Pablo Picasso ~~

Sonoma creek

Late spring at Sonoma Creek

Hajime…. Since the deadline for posting just went flying past my head, I suppose I’d best get started on today’s Pearl. Considering the fact virtually none of it is done, we’ll be lucky to see one today. Hope does exist, as I’ve begun, & don’t intend to stop until done. But, that could change, of course, well before getting there. Once again, the Metaphorse has stepped in, to apply the duality of nature to our undertakings, as is the Universe’s wont.Why we should wish the Universe to even HAVE a wont, I haven’t a clue, but, I suppose it really doesn’t matter for our purposes here today.

To our complete surprise, we find we have written a relatively normal first paragraph, (‘normal’ in that it is of a certain length, says nothing particularly worthwhile, and, is properly punctuated), we look up, to find ourselves deep in the second paragraph, still without any direction, or hint of a direction, in which to make our effort. It probably doesn’t matter anyway; what with the lack of anything resembling rational thought currently inhabiting my brain, there is little chance of finding anything we can use, without serious alteration, or padding, neither of which we are equipped to handle today. Damn! Y’all know what this means, don’t you? No. Well, if you don’t know, I probably shouldn’t say…

Having thus created the proper frame of stultified indignation, we can get this slow on the toad. What, you may ask, the hell does that mean? Well, if I knew, or cared, I might consider relaying that information. Since I don’t, and, I don’t, we’ll just use it as another fine excuse to go on, before this gets any stranger, and we start losing our audience…. like we ever had one. For all I know, nobody’s out there, and nobody will ever see this but me, and a couple die hards who come every day. But, whether anyone is there, or ever reads this, it still has to get done, or I melt down worse than usual…. So be it. Let’s do it….

Shall we pearl?….

“No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.
Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this;
the only right is what is after my own constitution;
the only wrong what is against it.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~



I’m running late, as usual, so we’ll go with something easily available that fits my mood…. Since I feel like I should, or want to be, on the road to anywhere, we’ll take a little trip to the islands, imagining ourselves right onto some beach, where you’ll find us sipping margaritas, & dancing away…. Abondanza!….


Jimmy Buffett
Live at Jones Beach




Sandclock .jpg

“How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!”

~~ Sir Henry Wotton — The Character of a Happy Life ~~

I’m very late today, in terms of getting done, and posted. To save the time needed, we’re going to the archives. Don’t worry, it’s a rather light piece, just taking some random shots at some of the world’s biggest fools…. I’m sure I had fun, and you will too… Enjoy!….

From 2/11/2015:

INFIDEL, n. In New York, one who does not believe in the Christian religion; in Constantinople, one who does. (See GIAOUR.) A kind of scoundrel imperfectly reverent of, and niggardly contributory to, divines, ecclesiastics, popes, parsons, canons, monks, mollahs, voodoos, presbyters, hierophants, prelates, obeah-men, abbes, nuns, missionaries, exhorters, deacons, friars, hadjis, high-priests, muezzins, brahmins, medicine-men, confessors, eminences, elders, primates, prebendaries, pilgrims, prophets, imaums, beneficiaries, clerks, vicars-choral, archbishops, bishops, abbots, priors, preachers, padres, abbotesses, caloyers, palmers, curates, patriarchs, bonezs, santons, beadsmen, canonesses, residentiaries, diocesans, deans, subdeans, rural deans, abdals, charm-sellers, archdeacons, hierarchs, class-leaders, incumbents, capitulars, sheiks, talapoins, postulants, scribes, gooroos, precentors, beadles, fakeers, sextons, reverences, revivalists, cenobites, perpetual curates, chaplains, mudjoes, readers, novices, vicars, pastors, rabbis, ulemas, lamas, sacristans, vergers, dervises, lectors, church wardens, cardinals, prioresses, suffragans, acolytes, rectors, cures, sophis, mutifs and pumpums. — Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

This space left unused for anything.

This space used for gold.

This space folded over into a ring.

This space remained untold.

No, I have not a single clue where the hell that came from, nor will you ever catch me asking, myself, or anyone else. In fact, I am going to state here and now, I didn’t say that, and you can’t prove I did.

I actually did leave this space blank, but, that was because I sort of intended to write a fresh rant this morning; I’ve got plenty of angst built up, trust me, what with crossing blades with large soulless corporate entities, butting heads with power-hungry local yokels, and dealing with my own personal inner demons as a result, well… trust me., I have more than enough about which to rant. But I’m tired of it all, and want something a bit more light hearted…. Let’s see what happens if I do this…..

Soft, intimate notes of romantic violins fills the air, while cooling breezes lift curtains to swirl and wave against the cerulean sky, peeking brightly through the tall windows. Mellow voices murmur quietly, spilling through the balcony doors, standing open to allow the elegantly dressed crowd pass in and out, enjoying the night air. As a young couple strolled hand in hand through the open passageway, a sudden scream rang out, stilling the crowd, piercing through the music as a hot knife through butter. Silence fell over the room, until a loud voice rings out, “Don’t worry, folks. She saw one of the clowns….”

Hmm… No, I don’t think that’s going to do it…. How about we go for an old-school pearl? I think, maybe, it’s the only chance we have left…. Since this is the ranting section, let’s see if SB can find us some nice, funny pokes to take at some of our favorite targets, shall we? (That is a rhetorical question, as, obviously, it’s now our ONLY chance…)…. Come on, we’d best get to it…. Oooh, here’s a good one to start….

We can’t really be wrong if we’re just following Gods orders
You know,
He wrote this book here
And in this book
He says that He made us to be just like Him
So if we’re dumb, then God’s dumb
(and perhaps a little ugly on the side)

~~ Frank Zappa ~~

Not too shabby for a beginner…. let’s see if we can finish this off with some style, or, maybe even some humor….

“I have no problem with God. It’s his fan clubs I hate.” — Smart Bee

“Yow! And then we could sit on the hoods of cars at stop lights!” — Zippy the Pinhead

“Now playing: “Man of La Muncha”” — Hannibal Lecter Dinner Theatre

“It is only the superficial qualities that last. Man’s deeper nature is soon found out.” — Oscar Wilde

(Oops. Sorry, Oscar slipped that one by me…. It’s not too far out there, so, it stays…)

“Rush Limbaugh: The Pillsbury Doughboy on acid.” — Smart Bee

“Ooops.” — Captain of Titanic

“If God is so great, how come everything he makes dies?” — George Carlin

Well. That was…. something. Not exactly your average mind numbing, brain-blowing experience, was it? Oh well. I guess we should go do something else now…. Oh. I see the problem now. How could I have forgotten THIS?

“When a person cannot deceive himself the chances are against his being able to deceive other people.” — Mark Twain




“Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get,
they’re things which get you.
And all you can do is go where they can find you.”

~~ Winnie-the-Pooh, ~~

~~ Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne ~~

Is It Alive?

Fighting into the light, words push hard to exist
each step closer to real brings another unique twist.
Shedding meaning for meaning, until bright, alone, and right
sculpting useless shapes, yet undefined, in pale morning’s light.

Never knowing the face is part of the lasting charm
bringing elegant focus, before sounding the alarm.
Advantageous time sends out messages, fears finding voice,
mulling options for flexibility, virtually without choice.

Fortunate man, who embraces the power of change;
’tis magical knowledge, bonding common to strange.
Weaving words of wonder, made strong by love and duty,
into a tapestry of life, and everlasting beauty.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

It sucks, AND, it blows….


“I can handle reality in small doses,
but as a lifestyle it’s much too confining.”

~~ Lily Tomlin ~~


“It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.”

~~ ee cummings `~~


“As for courage and will –
we cannot measure how much of each lies within us,
we can only trust there will be sufficient
to carry through trials which may lie ahead.”

~~ Andre Norton ~~


“Entropy has us outnumbered.”

~~ Solomon Short ~~


“Really, Crito, why should we care so much
about what ‘most people’ believe?”

~~ The character Socrates, in Plato’s “Crito”, 44d ~~


“Remember: Silly is a state of Mind,
Stupid is a way of Life.”

~~ Dave Butler ~~


“Pardon me, but do you know what it means
to be TRULY ONE with your BOOTH!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~



Color me amazed. It’s done, and, not too shabbily, either, if I do say so meself. Before I do something dumb, like try to be witty, we’ll bring this to a somewhat dilatory end. I can’t say it’s the worst ever, but, it certainly isn’t the best. Y’all can decide for yourselves just what you think about it, and, share if you must. Me, I’m gonna go back to bed; it’s supposed to be really hot today, & I’ll need my energy to keep fanning the cat…. Hah! See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes; consider that all the warning you’ll get….

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….


10 thoughts on “The labels are peeling off….

  1. Damn! Jimmy got old! Unlike myself…LOL
    Only so much crap one can absorb in a day…I am reaching my limit early….I will see ya later my friend….chuq

    • LOL! Aye, he did; sorry to be the one to tell you, but, we all did… *grin* Doesn’t seem to have slowed him down much, so I guess we’ll have to follow suit…

      I’ll be by later; faded yesterday, but it’s supposed to get HOT today, so I’ll hide & read…

      Have a good one, amigo…


      • Yeah it is over a 100 everyday……reading is good…..I lost interest in Buffet after he had his kid and started that whole “adult” thing…..older stuff is still the best….keep cool my friend….chuq

  2. Love the devil’s dictionary.

    Mayhap the clown she saw came from Ambrose’s definition.

    Smart Bee sounds a lot like the Dali Lama.

    Oscar is right. It’s much like the theory of the person who appears bright until they open their mouth.

    Sam is really on to something. But then again, stupidity is a lot like being dead. Everyone else knows but you.

    The change which your poem has embraced, is proof of Picasso’s quote. It does take a long time to realize we never wanted to be old in the first place.

    And you want to go find what Crito’s answer was.

    • I read the dialogue, realizing I’d read it many years ago, with the same reaction… Socrates gives too much credit to the State’s integrity; me, I’ll make up my own mind, thanks, & fuck ’em if they can’t take a joke….

      Always a treat dealing with your comments; they take me deeper… (Hmm, sounds fun, eh?….)



  3. “It takes a very long time to become young.”

    ~~ Pablo Picasso ~~

    “Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get,
    they’re things which get you.
    And all you can do is go where they can find you.”

    ~~ Winnie-the-Pooh, ~~

    ~~ Pooh’s Little Instruction Book,
    inspired by A. A. Milne ~~

    i say..

    Out of the mouths
    sTiLL of Older Babe’s..
    And younger one’s too..

    “Baa-ram-ewe! Baa-ram-ewe!
    To your breed,
    your fleece,
    your clan be true!
    Sheep be true! Baa-ram-ewe!

    And the farmer
    Hoggett Priest/Pastor/Cleric says..

    That’ll do Pig..
    That’ll do Pig…

    From the movie

    And now i say..
    As a young man..
    oh.. humm.. let’S noW
    say i’m 16 years old then..
    and i cannot sleep at night..
    as school.. it sings a song of
    books.. there IS A SonG inside
    just waiting to come out.. and at
    school all is prescribed from what
    society believes will make a young
    man fit in and grow culture more the
    way ‘it is supposed to be’.. but there is
    a deeper voice that others already feel
    and translate in deeper ways of lyrics and
    music.. it’s come home.. it’s found me.. the
    Animals of Pink Floyd.. want to gently hold my
    hand and take me somewhere else.. some where
    far away.. somewhere where only instinct and intuition
    exists.. a free floWinG in ZonE.. another dimension that
    someone else alReady lives.. a lesson yet to be heard.. a
    spark oF Y i.. yet to be tOld.. a mE not ever to be Sold but
    a pArt of mE that WiLL be lost for decades after that.. oh.. the books..
    oh.. the school.. the Straight A’s.. oh the rules.. the labyrinth of Sunday
    school.. the clock.. the hands.. the numbers 1:11 that come as digital
    cLock Faces of tomorrow comes.. VCR’s.. CD players that lose the
    analog of Animals along the way.. the echo somewhere of Jack
    London and the wolf dog me and the fainTest call of the
    Wild somewhere that eventually WiLL come back
    and be me.. oh.. the beauty to be among
    Pink Floyd’s animals again..
    to see beyond Farmer
    Hoggett and
    Babe to be
    the Wolf and
    Red Riding Hood
    uncovered and truly
    sane.. innate.. instinctual
    intuitive free and finally to
    see.. oh.. society.. oh.. culture..
    oh.. religion.. what big teeth you have
    Grandma.. no longer will you domesticate
    me.. you can have the harvest you have sown..
    enjoy your fear as it grows as you sow this hell
    of your own.. for i shall fly as the pig on the Wing..
    and you shall see me free but you will never feel
    what i do.. as free has no color of stone.. free within
    that howls heArt.. SpiRit soUL.. now free aLiVe
    allone and
    never falls a
    gain.. A farmer’s
    call-free that sings
    the song within free that
    never follows or leads.. free
    that sings the midnight song allone..
    on the WinG..
    i AM FReED..;)

    • Nice one: I’m getting to know you a bit; I knew that quote would be the one you picked to comment on first… *grin* It’s my favorite of today’s batch….

      Movin’ along…. me & Leelu are sitting in front of the fan, panting & waiting for it to cool off so we can breathe… Only about 90-95, but, we’re not used to it….

      I know y’all are hot, too… seems the entire western hemisphere is boiling away today….

      Dance on, brother…


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