Mmmm, Beer...

West Virginia Power!

WHAT THIS BLOG IS ALL ABOUT - NOW LISTEN UP!

This blog is NOT about scantily clad women. This blog is NOT about pleasing others. This blog IS about ME. And ONLY ME! The so-called "scantily clad woman" which was depicted several posts back was NOT there to please OR displease others, it was put there by myself for the ONE AND ONLY reason that her name was (is) Yen. Got it? See how it ties in with the Fortune Cookie I opened earlier this winter and saved because I believe it's a great way to look at life? I suppose MAYBE it's my fault that everyone seemed to misunderstand the purpose of the picture because I didn't SPECIFICALLY state the reason for the woman. And the ONE AND ONLY reason I took that picture down is because it was compromising the integrity of my blog, and I do not wish to attract that element of blogheads, who go to blogs for their cheap jollies. Hence, the cherries. I guess if someone here gets a kick out of looking at cherries, I'm SOL. That's a chance I'm willing to take. This blog is about giving me a long-lost outlet for my long-gone creativity. That creativity has pretty much disappeared over the years, as far as writing goes, but I can always try to get it back. It'll never be like it was in the 90s, but then what is? Not even Vanilla Ice sings as melodiously as he used to. If you have a problem with this blog, let me know. Not that it will do any good, because it won't. *whip* *whip* *whip* Now that I'm done pistol-whipping you, go to bed. GOODNIGHTNOWREADERSEVENTHEREADERSIDISAGREEWITH!

This post is not as good as I was hoping it would turn out, but what can you expect in 5 minutes? I've got to go wax someone at a game of pool.

In the spirit of "Pay It Forward"

Negativity begets negativity.



Sometimes you can be negative, just don't be A negative. For real. When a man is a negative, those around him take on some of that negativity. Don't confuse BEING with being A. Now go away.

Lyrical Existentialism

You can't please everyone so you've got to please yourself.

While I would love to give props to my peeps where props is due, I can't for the life of me think of the song or artist that put this prose to melody. I have confidence you'll get over it, though. Existentialism abounds.

!Town of Russell Disobeys Prohibition!

So, this afternoon, I was reading a couple of sections of the Chicago Herald and Examiner from 1931 that a friend brought over. He found it mixed with insulation while working in an old house. In amongst the "news" articles from the day was a reference to four bootleggers who were raided in Illinois. This got me to questioning my grandma (84 years old) about the subject of prohibition. I asked her if she remembered it, and yes, she did. She said she was young during those black days ("black days" being my opinion, not hers), not even in high school yet. I then asked if anyone she knew of back then, such as my great grandparents in particular, imbibed. She said no, but there was a still near their farm. For anyone who may not be versed in "illegal moonshine" jargon, a still is what a person would use to make moonshine. Mmm, tasty! She grew up in the Town of Russell. This still was probably about a mile or so from their farm, near the Sheboygan Marsh. I know exactly where she described, but to avoid droves of my eager readers here descending on the property, I will not divulge the exact location. She never saw the traffic, but heard that the neighbors closer to this still would see cars arriving late at night to make deliveries and pick-ups. The still was eventually raided. Grandma says that her parents would never have told her about such a thing, but she read about it on the front page of the paper. Apparently it was pretty big news. Anyway, after the still was raided, the neighboring farmers were allowed to come to the still and divy up the legal components of the moonshine. She says that her family got sugar from this event, and something else, that she can't remember. I would never have guessed that in little ol' Sheboygan County something such as this could have occurred, fine upstanding citizens that we all are. I was also informed that, contrary to what my uncle once said, my great-grandpa never spent a night in the "huscow" for runnin' moonshine. That was just another fanciful tale. Maybe that's where I get it. Well, I've got to end here, I've got an appointment to explore my Chinese ancestry. GOODNIGHTNOWREADERS!

Fortune Cookie

There comes a time in a man's life when a yen is only Japanese money.

Say Something Funny (by Isaac)

Food For Thought...

I know this may come as a shock to many people, but I occasionally have a different perspective than others on mundane things. Take, for instance, space. This is something I have ALWAYS wondered about, not usually vocalizing such a radical theory. But what if I was the only REAL person in the universe? What if everything else existed merely to fulfill my every whim and desire? Similar to the old "if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?" adage. Well, what if I was the only real being that existed, and everything else came about as a result of my existence? For example, if I decided not to go to a certain bar on a certain night, would that bar still exist? Certainly you would think people would be at that bar, but what if they aren't? What if you're just there to satisfy me? Of course, if I'd go to that bar another time, there would be a whole entire history present at the bar to account for its existence when I wasn't there, but was it really ever there? What if I'm walking on an invisible round sphere, and I never move anywhere, but everything else just sort of materializes as I move my legs, to make it seem like I'm moving. How would a person know the difference? Maybe as you're reading this, it's really just to make my existence seem more real. Sure, you could read this, not comment, and I would never know you read it. But what if I run into you someday in the future, and the subject of this blog comes up? Then you might realize you were really just there to please me. So maybe I really AM the center of the universe. Of course, one could not give consideration to this possibility without also giving credence to the possibility that I'm just here to make someone else's life more meaningful. Maybe all these experiences, all these memories are just someone else's imagination, or dream. How are we to know? I'm not questioning the existence of an omniscient persona, but how do we know the motive of such a presence? Aiight, this is getting MUCH too deep here, time to wrap up. Peace out.

Someone Else's Bike

In lieu of pictures of my own motorcycle(s), I shall post this beauty until such time that one of my own pics is available. With no digital camera at present, I'd have to scan and download my pics on another computer, and I haven't yet taken the time to do just that.

An Acceptable Mantra

An honest man's pillow is his peace of mind.

P.S. - Don't look too deeply into my eyes...You'll go sane.

The Purpose of Air

This contemplative essay was written by myself earlier this winter. I have published it here by popular demand. If you work for "New England Journal of Medicine," for the last time, you may NOT publish this work. It's far too advanced for your readership. And I'm tired of dumbing EVERYTHING down for you people!


Many have asked me over the years, "Oh most gracious and all-knowing Sir, what is the purpose of air?" Well, my children, I shall share with you the electrifying reasons for this tenacious, unseen matter being ingested into our bodies each and every day.

First and last, air provides us with the ability to...

*EDIT*

...Hence, this is also the purpose of air.