No, sorry. Wrong imaginary number….

I’ve noted previously how SB occasionally goes on strike; it happened again yesterday, making it impossible to pearl. To keep the rhythm going, here is a Pearl from last year, with some rather good material… It will do for today, & I’ll be back tomorrow with a fresh offering…. Y’all be strange; it’s cool out there….

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Ffolkes,

“I’m afraid of no man, and very few women.”

~~ Smart Bee, speaking for gigoid ~~

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Ironic Tulips in Oregon


Good morning…. In the perhaps misguided hope of continuing to be able to use that assessment, I’m NOT going to relate any of the events which took place yesterday during my foray into the BBR. Suffice it to say, my lawyer tells me I should be able to escape prosecution, since none of the participants died, or received any lasting injuries. Also, the two poor wee myrmidons are expected to fully recover from their confusion, so, there’s no way they can hold me responsible, since I wasn’t the one who called them. Besides, they got the fire out without any injuries or real damage to their silly war wagon; it wasn’t my fault they tried to…. well, never mind, you can read about it in the news….

Believe me…

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World-weary gnomes travel light….

Ffolkes,

As noted previously, this one is a good indicator of the beginnings of this blog, with a mini-rant (the first of its kind) and a damn fine set of pearls….

Enjoy!

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Ffolkes,
And so it begins again. It’s enough to make you just want to rant sometimes. The news every day bombards us with the craziness going on in the world, providing us with the mental equivalent of dried dung in such quantities the Berbers could make a fire lasting all night. Politicians speak out every day, spewing tons of the most amazing crap, proving with every word just how insane they are, and people keep lapping it up like ice cream. The media that reports all this possibly plays the worst part in the charade, as they continue to report on the most trivial BS they can find. They don’t seem to care whether it is dignified, or if it makes any sense; they just want to increase ratings, and bad news does that better than good. Oh well, I could rant on this forever, and it’s not going to…

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An Ode To Noah

Ffolkes,

Good morrow, mes amis…. The good news, for me, is the pain is getting better; the tissues injured have calmed themselves, and proper alignment seems to preclude further episodes. This is good. It’s also not consistent, nor finished, and sitting still gets hard after a few moments. So, I’m working on a fresh Pearl, which should be good to go soon.

Today, I received the notice from WP of my five year anniversary of blogging here. Since it won’t take long, I’ll celebrate, by re-posting the first two blogs I ever posted here. One is an ode I wrote for my former dog, Noah, who died in 2011, right before beginning this site. I’m also reposting the second day’s Pearl, to give y’all a look at how it used to be, prior to my learning more of how to write well, & before I had refined my ranting skills…. It’s a good one, showing just how this all has evolved, from what it was, to what it is…

I hope you enjoy it, and I’ll be back fresh in a day, or possibly two….

Y’all take care, & blessed be….

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Noah came to live with us when he was about 10 months old; we rescued him from taking the long walk at the Humane Society kennel in Santa Rosa. It was my son’s fifteenth birthday, and he wanted a dog, swearing up & down that he would take responsibility for its’ care. Pets were always part of family life when I grew up, and our last dog had been gone for a bit over a year, so it was time to expand the family once again.

As Cory and I walked down the aisle between cages at the kennel, a large variety of dogs started a welcoming cacophony of different barks; shrill tiny ones, deep booming ones, polite yips, all blended together in an almost desperate frenzy, as each animal, many of them almost frantic, tried to get our attention. Some pawed at the gate, some jumped up, some looked…

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Whistling in the twilight….

Ffolkes,

“Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves.

Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you’ve got an audience.”

— Diogenes

Albert E & true sin

Hajime…. I have not posted for five days. This is a natural result of not being capable of sitting for more than five minutes before moving is necessary. I can’t say, right now, how long it might be before I’m able to write again; it’s sorely missed, allow me to assure you. I also miss being able to read and comment on the blogs I like to follow when I can. But, you knew that….

My only purpose today is to let ffolkes know I WILL return, though ‘when’ is still up in the air. In some ways, I’m enjoying the time away from virtual reality, though I must say, it’s much more rational than the real kind right now.

That’s all ffolkes. I must move now; I’m already way past my limit for one sitting. Here then, as our only offering today, is a haiku, to send us on our way….

Slowly, time proceeds;

the future remains unknown.

Reality walks on.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/13/2016

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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.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

Trundling about the piazza…

Ffolkes,

“If you can’t deliver the pie in the sky you promised, you’d better redefine the pie.”

~~ Paul A. Samuelson ~~

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Urban Art

Today’s short Pearl is merely a notice of intent to vacate. Not permanently, but, for a time, the length of which is still undetermined, I won’t be posting, or writing much. I have injured myself, severely enough it is hard to type, or sit at all. Needless to say, this precludes time at the computer. So, in the infamous words of an unknown, yet now immortal, screenwriter, I’ll be back.

Until then, y’all be well, and happy as you may…

“Don’t embarrass us.”
“Have I ever?”

~~ Buckaroo Banzai and Perfect Tommy ~~

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.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Such pretty little teeth you have…..

I’m still, apparently, in the throes of the emotional morass mentioned in this post. I’m re-blogging it solely to assuage my guilt at not writing anything for a couple days. It actually helped, as I am now using the same method described to combat my current battle with reality…

I’ll be back, but, I can’t say when… Until then, kindly accept my apologies for not visiting other blogs very much, and, please enjoy today’s retrospective travelogue of my first trip to Europe….

Love

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Ffolkes,
The sun rose slowly, majestic, climbing up to sit on the horizon over the deep expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, halfway to Ireland from the coast of France. As I watched its regular progress toward the zenith, I reflected on the time just spent…..

It seems my muse has deserted me, just when I needed her the most….. Now I’m going to have to re-load Smart Bee, so I can find her again, hiding in one of the quotes I’ll see eventually. We are speeding toward Cork (Cobh), the town on the Irish coast nearest to where the Titanic went down in the early 20th century. It will be my first time off the ship, as I didn’t want to visit Paris for just one day (and, as I discovered, the one day of the week when the Louvre is closed, meaning my only reason to go wasn’t happening….)…

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Soften the edges with a little innuendo….

I wasn’t here yesterday, and, I’m not here today. At this point, I can’t say when I’ll be back, as I’m re-connecting with parts of reality…. I hope. At any rate, here’s another re-blog, just so you know I do care. Well, a little…. I’ll be back, eventually…. Until then, enjoy this archived post, and have some fun….

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Ffolkes,

Do you feel it? That suffocating sense of burgeoning terror, the shivering fear that steals over us to freeze the blood, that makes us want to run, screaming gibberish at the top of our voice, fleeing as fast as we can, until our lungs want to burst? Is it filling your mind with visions of demons, ripping innocent victims to pieces with ravening claws, eating them while still alive?….. Well, cut it out, because that’s just silly…. It’s just a blog intro, and just because I MIGHT end up filling the next five paragraphs with nonsensical blather isn’t sufficient reason to go all wonky on us….

Of course, that is the way I feel every morning, but, that’s probably TMI, considering the time of day; nobody needs to know my motivation at 0400 in the morning, with only one or two sips of coffee on board so far, to…

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Filled with fanatical fervor for fennel cakes….

Due to a rather long conversation last night, with an old friend named Jack, there will be no Pearl today, other than this fine re-blog… I might even be back tomorrow…. That blabbermouth, Time, will tell….

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Ffolkes,

“The attacker must vanquish; the defender need only survive.”  I had forgotten this lesson, until today, when Smart Bee remembered it for me. It’s one I learned a long time ago, first learning to use it in a physical sense, then later hearing it spoken aloud, and explored as a concept one may use to form strategy and/or tactics, and ultimately, use to deal with real issues in life.  I’m not sure, but it probably originated in The Art of War, the classic tome by Sun Tzu, that is still used today in military colleges all over the world, as the primer in that subject, the basic knowledge that all warriors need to understand. It is also an idea that many writers could use to make life easier, should they choose to observe it in their work….

I’ve been approaching this whole writing thing with a bass-ackwards POV, assuming…

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‘Tis easier to blame the indigenous population….

Though the pain of my bad tooth has gone, with the tooth, I didn’t get any work done…. Go figure, right? But, I did manage to find a decent pearl from 2014 for your reading pleasure this morning…. Of course, that’s making all kinds of assumptions, but, as a human, I am entitled to do so; it says so right here on my contract…. What? You didn’t get a contract? Hmph…. Okay, so, it’s another lie; sue me. Or, alternately, read this, & I’ll see y’all tomorrow, for sure….

Y’all be cool; it’s still pretty strange out there….

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Ffolkes,

“He who dies for virtue, does not perish.”

~~  Plautus ~~

(B.C. 254-184)

A fire approaches the shore of Bass Lake in California

    There is a fascinating sort of beauty to fires such as this; I’ve been to Bass Lake, where this was taken, perhaps even stood where the photographer stood to take this shot. It does look like a very familiar outline, one my mind remembers well, if only for its similarity to so many other places I’ve been in the mountains of California. The picture itself is one I saw all over the Net, released during the recent spate of wildfires in California this past summer, and, though beautiful, is also very saddening…..

But, we aren’t going to let that sadness keep us from our appointed rounds today; I’ve missed too many days already (one is too many in my book….), so, I don’t intend to miss any more…. Even if I must cheat to get…

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Not only the penitent are forgiven….

Ffolkes,

I have a toothache; it’s a doozy, too, since I managed to smack it last night, inadvertently. I have an appointment to get it dealt with, but, won’t be writing much today, & possibly tomorrow. Fortunately, for me, I’ve got DEEP archives…. Here’s one that starts off quite well, with some rather poignant nonsense that made me proud…. Enjoy, & I’ll see y’all in a day or two….

Be well, & happy as you may… and, be alert. We all need to be alert these days….

gigoid

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Ffolkes,
Pinched, grim faces peer through the windows as I wash the dirty feet of the Tupperware solicitors. Leering, jeering, they make their obscene gestures in vain, rather pathetically cheering each other’s futility. Parcels of latent importance linger on the threshold, waiting for delivery, independent and proud of their clean lines and ruler-straight packing tape. In the midst of all the chaotic motion, a small, silver dreidle spins hypnotically, focused and free of the detritus so common to such games as played today. Not for nothing did they salvage their given names, to show to the inspectors, in direct opposition to the rising sun, hopeful of another hour, another day to find Reality…..

Which, apparently, has retreated to the background, not wanting any part of the previous paragraph, a sentiment I can completely understand. That there paragraph is even weirder than usual, even for this space. But, I kind of…

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