Fabulous shoes, Margo. Jimmy Choo?….

Ffolkes,

There won’t be a fresh Pearl today, for multiple reasons, the foremost of which is my most persistent demon’s reappearance at 0400 this morning. The ensuing battle continues to rage, & is distracting enough to prevent any focus on cogitation. I’ll be spending the day in meditation, when not actively struggling to douse flames of homicidal intent, & may, or may not, get to the next Pearl. Time, that mouthy asshole, will tell, as always.Y’all needn’t worry about me; I’ve lived through this before, and will do so again. For now, it’ merely disrupts my routine, which annoys Leelu no end, so, balance must be found, for both our sakes. In the interim, keep your weapons at hand, and stay alert. There is madness loose in the world; George Carlin was right, as usual; a little piece of hell breaking loose is worse than the whole deal at once. Until I can find my way back to sanity, y’all be well, & happy as you may….& I hope you enjoy today’s re-blog. This one is special, in a sense; it is the blog most recommended by WP as auxiliary reading…. See ya….

gigoid, the dubious, battling away….

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Ffolkes,

“And God said: “Let there be cats!”.

 and He was promptly ignored.”

~~ Genesis 6:66 ~~

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Morning, ffolkes. Gosh, I don’t believe I’ve seen a screen this white in a long time. Empty, too. I suppose I’ll have to do something about that…. Hey, I’ve got a great idea! Why don’t I write a Pearl? Yeah, I think I will. I haven’t done that in, well, at least 23 hours or more….

You may cease the giggling now, or, wait!…. Was that a growl I heard from the back of the cabin? No need to get testy. Just because I try something new doesn’t mean y’all can just fire off like that. Think of what could happen if one of those actually hit me! Nasty. Okay, so, I know it’s not all that, or even all that funny, or compelling, or any…

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Oatmeal seems a bit punitive, don’t you think?

Ffolkes,

Smart Bee is having a snit, my nose is dripping, & I just don’t feel like writing anything. To sublimate, here is one from 2013 that came out fairy well… For my purpose here today, it works, & that’s all it needs to do. I’ll be back tomorrow, ffolkes… Well, that’s the plan, anyway…. Y’all be well, & stay alert….

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Ffolkes,
I’d like to take a moment here at the beginning today, to give thanks, for coffee, and so should you…. If it weren’t for the blessed black gold, this would be an entirely different blog, I’m sure, since it is the only thing makes life worth living prior to 7 AM in the morning. Without the blessing of its goodness, I firmly believe the world would be in a state of constant warfare…. seriously.

I know that, for me, having to do without it in the morning is not merely unacceptable, but criminal, and if I didn’t have it within moments of getting out of bed, well, let’s just say the world would regret it…. So, thanks, coffee, for being the world’s peacemaker, and my personal salvation….

Now that we have the daily dose of humility and sardonicism out of the way, we can get on with the regular…

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Counting the cost in plaid pyjamas….

Ffolkes,

The BBR has intruded again, but, this time in a relatively good way; today, I’ll be watching my granddaughter while my son is at work. It promises to be a tiring, but, happy day; I have plans for a bus ride and a library visit, either of which will be an adventure with a two-year-old girl in tow…. Wish me luck… To sublimate my urge to write & post, here is a rather extensive Pearl from early in 2015, with some ranting, some pearling, and one of my best poems. I hope you enjoy it…. I’ll be back as soon as I can throw together a Pearl from scratch, which could take a day or two, given the circumstances…. Until then take care, & stay strange, ffolkes….

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Ffolkes,

“I have been a lucky man. But someone has to be.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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    I find myself today in an unenviable position, one in which my only thought can be “PEACE!” Perhaps I am getting old, for the problems I face in my life are challenging my ability to adapt to them, leaving me without the balance I so treasure. It is certain my physical issues are presenting many difficulties for me; what is not so certain is whether or not there is any solution to them, other than learning to endure even more than has been asked of me to this point. That, simply put, gives me no peace….

I suppose also that this feeling marks me as human. But, that brings no comfort either, for I know human nature to be flawed, and dangerous, to itself, and every…

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Purveyors of indolent platypae…..

Ffolkes,

Good morrow…. In sooth, it hasn’t been all that good ’round here; woke up late, having tired myself with some extended walking, only to find my head filled with a cacophony of screaming demons. Attempting to drown them out by focusing didn’t help, as SB is apparently on strike for today. Rather than battle these particular demons on their ground, I’m fading back ten yards, & punting…. Here’s a Pearl from about a year & a half ago, that came out fairly well, due to adding a rant from the past…. and, it will all do just fine for today’s purpose, to get me outta here with skepticism intact, so I can use it to battle these demons… I hope to be back tomorrow…. but, then, I also hope humanity will wake the fuck up & try to save its sorry ass. Odds on both of those are running a bit random, & are not currently a good bet…. but, we’ll see, won’t we? Take care, & stay alert, ffolkes….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“Justice is truth in action.”

~~ Benjamin Disraeli ~~

poserWhat’s your issue?….


Hajime…. Most days like today, I’d be rushing, typing like mad to get done. Not today. I am serene, in spite of my lateness, for I finally slept well for a night. Yay, me. Crowing over, and, having enjoyed the use of a weapon I thought I had misplaced (Sleep is a weapon, you know….), I greet the day with aplomb, if not joy. Even Leelu is being patient with me, sensing, perhaps, my serenity…. Well, perhaps, contentment is closer than serenity, but, I’m sure y’all know what I mean…. and, who cares, anyway? Not me….

Even though I’m not in a hurry, I’ll be nice, & cut this down to workable size this morning, by taking our leave right here and now. Some day, y’all will thank me, I’m sure. For now, let it be enough…

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Trapped in porcine orbs of vision….

Ffolkes,

Events in the BBR have conspired to prevent me from completing a Pearl for today, but, I found this one, which was not only one of the best in terms of quality, but, got quite a bit of traffic, as well. It will do for my purposes today, as I have a bunch of catching up to do on other blogs, which I’ve neglected for some days now…. I’ll be back tomorrow with fresh material, come hell or high water, In the meantime, enjoy this little birthday blurb from about four or so years ago, if you will… If not, well, oh, well… So be it…. See ya, ffolkes….

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Ffolkes,
Herein is set forth the last will and testament of Ned Russell Moore…. Not really, but it is, perhaps, fitting to begin today’s Pearl with that opening line. I am now, as of some hours ago this morning, sixty-two (62) years old, or young, take your pick. The opening line is actually there as a reminder, that I have yet to take care of that little chore, i.e., making a will. Being a non-materialist for virtually all my life (I decided at age 12 I had no interest in getting rich…. seriously, that’s when it happened, because I remember making a conscious decision about it, as it kind of determined the path I would take, academically….), I won’t have a lot to leave, but, there are personal items to bequeath to my children, such as my father’s bronze star, and my books, and hopefully, before I check out, I’ll…

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Distracted by a classic diversion…. cinnamon-glazed potato cakes….

Ffolkes,

Aside from my habitual laziness, at least two factors have conspired to prevent a fresh Pearl for today. First, SB went on strike again yesterday; six tries at it garnered three pearls, not nearly enough to finish, or even come close. Second, an impending visit today, with my granddaughter, had me “kid-proofing” my house for a two-year-old. I get to keep her most of the day while my son takes care of other business, details of which are irrelevant at this point. Suffice to say, I’m jazzed, & have made plans, involving a park, a playground, and a shopping trip, all designed to keep her busy & happy, & hopefully, tired enough to nap for part of the visit, so I can catch my breath from trying to keep up with a 2 year old little girl’s enthusiasm for life…. Can’t wait….

To keep from feeling too much guilty angst, here’s a damn decent Pearl from early in 2014, when I was still an opioid addict, on the cusp of being ripped off them, & sent to Hell for a year to get rid of them. For what it is, it’s pretty good, & I hope you enjoy it, as much as I intend to enjoy my time with my g-d….

I’ll be back tomorrow, hopefully with some fresh material, though that remains, as always, up to the whim of the gods, such as they are…. Have a great Sunday, ffolkes, & I’ll see y’all tomorrow….

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Ffolkes,

Soft, puffy, pristine white clouds scudded lazily across the morning sky, looking like nothing so much as huge balls of cotton, tumbling through the blue vastness, dazzling in the bright sun. The chirping calls of thousands of awakening birds echo through the trees, as the mundane creatures of the night silently retreat to their dens, giving way to those who hunt by day….

One of these predators, walking on two legs, is up, moving through the dappled light between the trees…. With rapid steps, he heads east, toward the sun, moving silently between the trees as the bright orb rises slowly, higher and higher, laying a blanket of oppressive heat over the landscape, stirred by the gentlest of breezes, enough only to make one wish for more….

Whoever that is, walking through the tropical forest (it’s too hot, too early to be anywhere but tropical…) is on their own…

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Fun with feathers…..

Ffolkes,

Last night, I went out for dinner with my daughter, as her birthday celebration. My ‘celebration’, as is my habit, went right on past mere celebration, on into over-indulgence… it was probably that second B&B that sent it over the edge…. Long story short: I’m pretty hung over… Three aspirin & six more hours ought to fix most of it, but, for now, it’s pretty well beyond me to try to write much more than what you see… This very old Pearl, from the very early days here on WP, will serve to sublimate my urge to post, as well as it can be served…. I hope you enjoy it; I’m going back to bed…. See y’all tomorrow….

gigoid

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Ffolkes,
We’ll begin today with one of my all time favorite quotes…..

“A man who carries a cat by the tail is getting experience that will always be helpful.  He isn’t likely to grow dim or doubtful.  Chances are, he isn’t likely to carry the cat that way again, either.  But if he wants to, I say let him!” — Mark Twain

The first time I read this, years ago, it brought a huge smile to my face, a huge laugh, and one more piece of evidence that Mr. Clemens was more than just an author of good books. There are numerous websites that feature quotations by Mark Twain, with varying formats for finding the one you want, but going to a different website for each quote isn’t an efficient use of time, so I generally use what I find in my own secret pools, where I know the oyster…

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Let’s prime the pump with sad kittens….

Ffolkes,

Murphy has made a reappearance in my vicinity, and he brought demons with him…. SIGH. Asshole. It will take me much of the day to repair the damage caused to my balance, with a side effect of preventing the completion of a Pearl for today. I’ve chosen this one, mostly because it contains a discussion of the Golden Rule I wrote that will help me in my damage control efforts. I’ll work on the current fresh material, so I can post tomorrow, & try to get back into my preferred routine…. I hope you enjoy this blast from the past; it’s pretty decent, for what it is…. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, given a fair wind & a rising tide…. See ya….

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Ffolkes,

“To do nothing is sometimes a good remedy.” — Hippocrates
One Pan Grilled Seafood & Vegetable Paella

    Ah, hell…. with all of the incredible vastness of space and time… and I end up here…. Tell me, what good is it having the power of a Time Lord, and never being allowed to use it without factoring in entropy’s influence? Calculating temporal slippage with pencil and paper just isn’t working out, and nobody can find me a decent slide rule at a price I can live with; I keep ending up back here, when I’m trying to get back into the future…  Actually, I’m only here because I couldn’t find the Tardis at all this morning, having forgotten, again, where I parked it…. Or, maybe that was WHEN I parked it? Hmm… I’ll have to check that later….

Above, you see a picture of the signature dish made by the Balaguer family, at their small, but…

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“Banging” seems popular this season….

Ffolkes,

I have business to pursue today, out in the BBR, beginning early, so, no time to post anything fresh, as, it’s not done yet. Go figure, eh? Here’s one from a few years ago, in an old format; it didn’t receive much traffic, so, I’m giving it a second chance for fame. I plan to be back fresh tomorrow, so, provided Murphy keeps his distance until then, we’re good to go…. I hope you enjoy today’s blast from the past; I’ll see y’all tomorrow, with bells on….

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Ffolkes,

“Friends are needed both for joy and for sorrow.”

~~ Yiddish Proverb ~~

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    With a brilliant smile, and a pithy remark for the kids, the Samurai baking enthusiast shouldered his pack, took up his walking stick, and left the building with Elvis…. They didn’t know where they were going, but, they sang happily as the strode along, down the wide pathway leading from the city to the river’s edge. When they came to the water’s edge, they kept walking, straight into the swiftly flowing stream, step by step, until the water covered their heads. A couple of moments later, both men emerged, head-first from the water, as they continued their stroll up the far side of the river’s bed, to the roadway above….

Sliding into the multi-colored VW bug parked at the side of the road, the Samurai baker, turning to Elvis as he turned the key in…

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