Monday, July 28, 2014

I Want One These, SOO BAD


The F-117 'NightHawk', just Sublime!  What engineering, what Amazing flight~!

~awesome video!




Saturday, July 26, 2014

Unloading My Downloads (July 14-26)

That which I've downloaded for whatever reason, over the past two weeks 
back home in Oklahoma:  














Pity the Clintons
~ They ate dog food for days after Bill left the Presidency, they were SO Broke.  They stole all the "w"s from all the typewriters and computer terminals in the White House in 2000,
but stupid Chelsea ate most of them, thinking that they were the new, chewy, White M&Ms, 
 leaving Bill an' Hill going to sleep hungry.
Hillary had to sew their clothes together from bed linens and curtain materials, and towels from K-Mart.  
Hillary's "wedding ring" is only 0.025 carats.
Then, in 2001, they got lucky and smart:  they became multi-millionaires, without making any thing 
to be bought by consumers, without discovering some cure for Cancer:

Tater Tot Cassarole (easy)

1 lb. lean ground beef
1 lb. ground sage sausage
1 lg. onion, chopped 
1 can condensed cream of mushroom soup
1 TBS. rubbed sage
1 TBS. garlic powder
1+ 32-oz. packages frozen tater tots, thawed
salt to taste
(optional) Cheeze Whiz topping
***********
Directions

Saute onion in a large skillet until soft; add beef and sausage and cook until browned. Drain set aside.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Spread soup and beans in the bottom of a 9x13 inch baking dish. Slowly add meat mixture, then top with tater tots and season with salt to taste.
Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 30 to 45 minutes, or until casserole is cooked through.


Top doc backs picking your nose and eating it 

Picking your nose and eating it is one of the best ways to stay healthy, according to a top Austrian doctor.

Innsbruck-based lung specialist Prof Dr Friedrich Bischinger said people who pick their noses with their fingers were healthy, happier and probably better in tune with their bodies.
He says society should adopt a new approach to nose-picking and encourage children to take it up.
Dr Bischinger said: "With the finger you can get to places you just can't reach with a handkerchief, keeping your nose far cleaner.

"And eating the dry remains of what you pull out is a great way of strengthening the body's immune system.
"Medically it makes great sense and is a perfectly natural thing to do.










FREE**** WRITING

( The aim of these writing prompts is to encourage freewriting. This is writing without stopping and without censoring. Writing in this way can help to break through blocks like self-criticism and fear of failure, to find your own, unique voice.

Choose a prompt and decide how long to write - ten minutes is a good length of time to begin with. Try to do one freeballing
exercise a day. )

http://writingexercises.co.uk/subjectgenerator.php

Generate A Subject:  (Here Goes:)
"Write About Your Teachers"

(Here Goes, for 10 minutes, totally freeballing)
[& honestly, all editing done, post race]

I have had several "favorite teachers" during my lifetime.  My First Grade teacher was Mrs. Miller, and my best memory of her is that she didn't ever deny me going to the boys' restroom, after that first, unpleasant episode, there in class, when I peed between our desks on the floor, closing down school for the rest of the day.
I also remember when my grandfather unexpectedly showed up on a Monday morning, asking if I could be excused from class for awhile, so I could show him where I had hidden all the keys to the various Oklahoma Highway Department vehicles, the prior Saturday morning, when we two visited his workplace there~!  
They could not move one inch, since I had hidden all the equipment keys I'd found in ignitions, in their big gravel pile.

My seventh grade English teacher, "Miss AJune", was instead 'Penthouse" magazine's Miss December that year.  
(an i kan pruve et) ~!

In the seventh grade, I had my first male teacher, Mr. Anderson, who both taught me U.S. history, and was my JV football coach, and my neighbor, across the street from my house.  I loved Mr. Anderson alot, because I could get away with SOOOO much in his History classroom, since I had the dirt on him and his loud, late-night, high school-athletic-visitors to his home. 
I wasn't at all sure that Mrs. Anderson, 'Marie', was there...
 but I saw alot of Coach Anderson for two years.  
He sometimes invited me to come to the field house on Saturdays, when there was nobody there but us two, to sit in the spa.  I said 'No', after that first time.

(2 minutes, 05 seconds)
In the ninth grade, my algebra teacher was Mr. Pickle. He was an older man, looking forward to his retirement in just months....  Mr. Pickle didn't care if you could do quadratic equations, OR find your ass with your two hands, on a dare.
He was set-up well, just coasting till the end**.  Of Algebra, all of his class that I remember well, is his frequent usage of the words "CONTINGENT", and "INCUMBENT", FWIW...

In High School in Poteau, Ok, I loved many of my teachers.  My Chorus Teacher called me 
"Super Bass" in my 11th grade yearbook (i sang bass in the choir)... 
Only, she combined the words 'Super Bass' into a broken line, calling me a "SUPERB ASS". 
 TRUE STORY.

I mostly screwed off my Junior and Senior years in Pot High, OK.

Except for my Senior English teacher, and Yearbook 'Advisor', mr cutsinger.  "Mr. Cutsinger" was the ABSOLUTE, WORST TEACHER I EVER HAD.  PERIOD. DOUBLE SPACE.  END OF SENTENCE.

mr cutsinger was a tiny little frail girly man barely 5'0",with big hornrim glasses an with an attitude  mr cutsinger my english teacher didnt like to use any grammar shortcuts like commas or periods or capital letters or paragrahic notations instead he preferred run on sentences like this one which killed me as i was both the official photographer of the high school yearbook and one of its editors with all my former education behhind mee screaming out loud at us and at me for what we had decided to do to abandon that for this my senior year yearbook

I WAS CALLED INTO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE ONE AFTERNOON, TO ANSWER FOR MY THREAT TO KILL MR. CUTSINGER.  WITH A KNIFE.  OR THE GUN IN MY TRUCK'S GUN RACK.
THIS IS A TRUE STORY.  BUT, that was in the Eighties,
during the good times, the Reagan years.

(Elapsed time 5:58 min)

I was a weed-smoking', any hole-pokin', NDN moron
during my first year at Oklahoma University in Norman.

What I mostly remember from that academic period of my life is that one late night, Director of Bands at the University of Oklahoma, Dr. Gene Thrailkill, knocked on my dorm room door, personally,
about 10:30 at night. WTH??

Once he came in, he invited me to become a member, to try out for a position on the "Pride of Oklahoma" band.  He'd heard of my """""vast experience, playing Tuba, at Pot High, OK ~!""""""

I tried out and became a Member of the BEST PERIOD OF MY LIFE Band, The Pride of Oklahoma, marching for THE University of Oklahoma~!

Gene Thrailkill. Is. My. Favorite. Teacher.  A Band Leader.  In My Freshman Year of College.

"Coach" Thailkill did not kill me, did not molest me, did not equalize me, did not cajole me.

COACH THRAILKILL DISCIPLINED ME, FINALLY. 
HE WOULD POINT ME OUT, HE WOULD CITE ME OUT, HE MADE ME BE BETTER, BETTER THAN I EVER THOUGHT I COULD PERFORM, ARTICULATE, MANEUVER, FIGHT WITH AND WIN, FIGHT WITH AND LOSE.  GENE THRAILKILL TREATED ME FINALLY LIKE THE MAN I WAS BECOMING, AND UNLIKE THE BOY I WAS LEAVING BEHIND.  HE TOOK PRIDE IN SHAMING ME, AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO SCREWED UP.  AND HE TOOK CARE TO LIFT ME UP AGAIN, AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO SCREWED UP.

WE WERE AN AWESOME MARCHING BAND.

(elapsed time 9:35)

I have taken in the best of all my teachers, I think, from Mrs. Miller, Mrs. White, Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Bratton, Mrs. Smith, mr dickswiller Coaches in Track, Baseball, Football along the way through High School, then the best from my less focused, i.e., remembered Professors of Logic, Chemistry, Physics, Meteorology, Earth Sciences, Geology, Business Communications, Marketing, Accounting, Accounting, Accounting, Accounting, Economics, Economics, Economics, Statistics;  but Band Stands Out.

(elapsed time 10:39)

Thank God that I didn't receive "Write about a train journey."  
I've had only two train journeys, and on one of them, the first of which, "I Had to Drive the Damn Thing Since My Uncle Bill, The Engineer Passed Out Drunk While Showing Me The Engine Compartment", and the other time I jumped a train and rode, clinging on the ladder of a freight car, half way from Poteau to Norman.

** Coming home one afternoon to Poteau from Ft Smith,Arkansas, in 2003, I looked over to the north, along the old highway 112, and saw Mr. Pickle's house engulfed in flames.  I pulled over and called 911 on my cellphone to report the fire in the CONTINGENT, and as a result, it was INCUMBENT upon Mr. Pickle to thank me for my assistance.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Regarding That 'War on Poverty':

Poverty Won.



Guess What, Chief Justice John Roberts??
IT IS A TAX

Stock up early on Excedrin because the IRS has posted the proposed 2014 Form 1040 tax forms.

And yeah, Obamacare is a TAX. It's a new tax, on line 61: "Health care: individual responsibility (see instructions)  Full-year coverage _____  . . . . . 




And it gets Better~! 
You have a new form "8889", complete with a six-page worksheet for determining your tax, for good ol' Line 61.


http://www.irs.gov/pub/irs-dft/i8889--dft.pdf

If you choose to go to the above link, to see the horrifying Form 8889, be sure to check out 
"Part III—Income and Additional Tax for Failure to Maintain HDHP Coverage", at the end of page 6,
where you find you must pay a tax for 
NOT having health insurance coverage.

It isn't going to be easy, but maybe we all will catch a break, if the Federal Circuit Court's recent rulings are upheld.  Either way, it won't actually be in time for the filing deadline next April 15.

Unless you are American Indian or Alaska Native, then all you must do is fill out and send in this Exemption form, along with a copy of your CDIB or Tribal Membership proof:




http://marketplace.cms.gov/getofficialresources/publications-and-articles/tribal-exemption.pdf

************************************
Really.  Why won't someone Non-Indian file a discrimination lawsuit, claiming that this tax
(IT'S A $@&(#! TAX, JUSTICE ROBERTS) violates a citizen's equal protection/treatment under 14th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution?
It's not "fair"... And after all, this current administration is 
all for "fair" play, 
and "leveling the paying field". Right?

 Have a good weekend, paleface. just kidding~LOL
you KNOW that I love all you 'rightful' citizens.
And Lesbians. And Homos. And Negros. And Cherokees. And Muslims. And Yellow Folk. 
And Transsexuals. And you "Further Undefined".

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

HILLARY'S UPHILL BATTLE

lovingly lifted, while wearing rubber gloves 
from the Washington Post: (REALLY~!)
Darth Vader Polling Higher than 
Darth Hillary in 2016















Breaking News, so is Boba Fett polling higher than Hillary.
And so is a Muppet.
And a large bag of hot roasted peanuts.





THIS JUST IN:
  

HILLARY TRAILS (the old) DARRIN STEVENS BY 21.7% IN IOWA '16 POLL.
and a lg. bag of peanuts by 4.5%


FROM NEW 'AMPSHIRE, 
HILLARY IN 4TH PLACE IN DEMOCRATIC POLL,
BEHIND A TALL GLASS OF MOXEY, 
RED SOX DH DAVID ORTIZ, 
and THE LOCAL MALCONNECT



FROM CALIFORNIA, AN LA TIMES POLL: HILLARY CLINTON NOT AS POPULAR 
AS 15 YR. OLD, ILLEGAL ALIEN BOYS FROM HONDURAS






AND FROM THE CLEVELAND PLANE DEALER:  HILLARY CLINTON FACES CHALLENGE IN 2016 FROM 
SIMPLE BLOCK OF WOOD:  



~ Not Available in California, New York or Illinois~

ECONOMIC OPPORTUNITY, FOR
 YOUR FORESEEABLE FUTURE

thanks to massive, state Liberal Pan TYS N. 
Awad Red Tape. 

The Changing Face of Atlantic City's Boardwalk


A sign of the times in picturesque Atlantic City, New Jersey: 
massive casino closings.

As of July 23, 2oi4, Four huge casinos are either closed down already, or scheduled to shutter in September, this year.

 Lovingly lifted from Philly.com:  
ATLANTIC CITY - This resort faces the prospect of having four major vacancies on its famed Boardwalk come mid-September.
The grim reality sank in July 14 when Trump Plaza issued layoff notices and targeted Sept. 16 as the date to cease operating as a casino.

Perception is reality in tourism, experts say, and the Boardwalk is synonymous with Atlantic City. How will four hulking, empty buildings sit with visitors - especially at night - and will they impede tourism when Atlantic City needs it the most?
 
That raises both eyebrows and serious questions for other Casino operations, across our Beleaguered States of America.  The eyebrows, anyone can understand:  Why, HOW does a casino ever close down?? 
"They got all th' bankroll that we had," and similar sentiments.

Ultimately, it comes down to the U.S. Economy, and that part of the U.S. economy focused in and around the casinos, and the most common patrons who gamble frequently, not so much on the vacationers coming to Atlantic City, or to Las Vegas, Nevada.

When the main source of disposable (gambling) income begins drying  up, thanks to state' and national economic trends, so do the businesses and the jobs and the security provided thereby, and by extension, yet other businesses, and other jobs.  In New Jersey and in New York, the average Joe and Joann are now struggling to just put food on their tables.

The very same type of casino struggles may begin to appear soon in Vegas:  
With nearby California witnessing businesses and corporations closing or moving elsewhere, laying off hundreds or thousands of employees, and similar situations happening in nearby Oregon and Washington state, things do NOT look rosy for large, Las Vegas casino operations, top-heavy with steep overhead expenses.



But what about Indian Casinos? 
Ahh, my specialty.

Indian casinos, either in or near, or both, populations which are presently, relatively, unaffected by business downturn, will be resilient, to any extent like we see in Atlantic City, NJ.

But there will be indications to watch for.
In states like Mississippi and New Mexico, Indian casinos 
have become a bell weather:  Should regional business and income drop more than the present level (already Near the break even point), then they too may close down
The small Indian casinos in California are already feeling the severe pinch of economic downturn, I hear; Indian casinos in New York and Michigan too.

In all honesty, I cannot report any "severe" drop yet here in Oklahoma, at the Indian casinos which I audit.  And likewise, I do not hear of problems from friends, associates who, for the Oklahoma Tax Comm., audit other Indian casinos statewide.

Why?
Because of our proximity to wealthier 'guests', gamblers who reside and work in prosperous states, states like Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Missouri and Kansas, where the state economies are still afloat in deep waters.

Everyone knows that I used to be a Choctaw Casino manager in McAlester, OK., then hired as a casino auditor by the State of OK...
I still have access to the actual numbers.  While the 19 casinos in my area are still doing well, there are only mild fears for the future.  
They mostly forecast a modest downturn for the next 8 to 18 months in income, manageable losses to their profit margins.
Nothing to fear, like a casino closing through 2016.
What I am trying to say here is, it all boils down to a state's, a region's economy, which in turn depends upon the state/region's leadership in both the capitol and Federally.

When the government is blue, so will be you.  Sooner than you think.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Don't EVER Say
"Things Can't Get Any Crazier"

Ok, boys and girls, that was The Eagles with "Lyin' Eyes", moving up the chart from number 21 to number 17 on this Week's American Top 40.

Now, we have a song dedication next, from Tammy in Memphis, Tennessee.  She writes:  "Dear Kasey, I'm not sure how to do this really, but I hope that it can be done.  And I believe that if anyone can accomplish this unusual dedication, it's you, Kasey."

"You see, I can see the future, sort of... and what I see is a terrible situation for all us Americans, in about 35 to 36 years out;  around the year 2014 or 2015 AD.  In the next century, even."  

"Anyway, I'm just an unpretentious girl from Memphis, 
and yet I have great fears both for our country and for you too, Kasey... I believe that you will come to a very unusual, mysterious end around that time also.  You might even disappear entirely!" 

"OH, I hope my visions of the future are not true and that they are only the results of some bad acid my boyfriend Archie got from his brother in prison.  
Yours truly, Tammy in Memphis"

Dear Tammy, you are such a sweet girl, and thank you for being worried about yours truly, Kasey Kasim. But I am just fine, I feel great and in fact I am on top of the world... Nothing could possibly interfere with my plans for my retirement, hopefully years and years in 
the future you speak of. 
And as for our country, Tammy, the USA, in my own opinion, things couldn't get any crazier than they are
right now, here in 1979.

Now for that dedication:  It's the Manhattan Transfer, that upbeat Jazz group, whose only TOP 40 hit was back in 1975, with "The Boy From New York City" (it got to number 19).
Here's the Manhattan Transfer with "Twilight Tone", for me, Kasey Kasim.  



Kasey Kasem's body was flown from the funeral home in Tacoma, Washington to a funeral home in Montreal, Canada on July 14, two days before a judge ordered Kasey's widow Jean Kasem to keep the body in Tacoma for an autopsy. 
But mysteriously, Kasey's body never arrived.
A representative for Kerri Kasem, Casey's daughter,
has confirmed that her father's body is missing.


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2697735/Casey-Kasems-body-MISSING-funeral-home-daughter-sought-autopsy.html#ixzz37vIzPejL


Hearin' the Twilight Tone, Here In the Twilight Zone

Friday, July 18, 2014

"She Loves You, And You Know You Should Be Glad"

"Yes Sir, That's My Baby"


"Blackbird"


"The Fool On the Hill"


"Lady Madonna"


VINTAGE BEATLES "I Want To Hold Your Hand"


"She Loves You"

"Yesterday"

She holds me in her hands, as I quake and fume over National events.  She corrals me, within her loving words and her loving arms, and comforts me, lovingly lifting me from my frustrations, while letting me know that all is well around us. 
Recently she has told me that despite everything that's gone on 
with us this year, all is well between us. 
I Love my guiding spiritual guide, Leticia Marie
  
SHE IS MY GODDESS, SHE IS MY BASE, SHE'S MY SOLACE. SHE'S MY LIFE &
SHE'S MY HOME
SHE IS MY LECITIA MARIE,
MY STUNNINGLY, BEAUTIFUL WIFE~

happy birthday, Leti, my love~!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A Place Holder, At Best~

When I was 11 or 12 years old, my father made me read "The Art of Cross Examination", by Francis Wellman.  He and my mom had hoped that I'd follow in his footpath by becoming an attorney also.

That book nearly killed me, reading it all; but I have found it so valuable later on in life, since it taught me to recognize and to listen to differences in people's words; and also, to be able to fashion the right question to ask, which, if and when answered, would expose their lies.

When my dad passed away, I gave his copy of "The Art ..." to my attorney at the time, partially in lieu of some fee.  
Wish I still had that tome.

Anyway, there's something very fishy about US Attorney General Eric Holder's many statements about race relations here in America, about his perceived need for a conversation on 'race relations', which has the hollow ring of fraud to it.  I believe that this Attorney General is basing his beliefs without evidence proving his argument.

His many comments about how both he and controversial leader Zerobama are opposed, simply because of their race, is totally without merit on the whole, and without evidence to prove his points.

AND THAT IS SAYING QUITE ALOT ABOUT THE UNITED STATES' ATTORNEY GENERAL: HE BELIEVES IN HEARSAY AS VALID TESTIMONY. 
"Your Honor, I'm completely wet. Therefore, it is raining cats-and-dogs outside."
And he expects all of us to believe him and his bullcrap.

Eric Holder is unqualified to be America's Attorney General, based on his incomplete knowledge of the rules of evidence,
and the rule of law or both.

Say that you are a defendant in a trial, for whatever offense against the law.  Your attorney, Eric F.N. Holder, allows testimony without objection, or rebuttal during cross, that you are also a child molester and a tax cheat and you pull tags off of mattresses and once you were seen pissing into a lake~ a long time ago. 
Where's the evidence, Mr. Holder?  You incompetent counsel.  
So likewise, today, Eric Fn Holder says that Americans are all racist, keeping young Barack and him down, because they're part Negro.

Cite your unequivocal, undisputed evidence, sir, or keep quiet.
But he cannot, since there is none; only his claim.  Boot this moron out of office.  NOW.

http://townhall.com/columnists/brentbozell/2014/07/16/eric-holder-mediaspoiled-brat-n1862571/page/full 
  
Attorney General Eric Holder granted an exclusive interview to ABC's "This Week With George Stephanopoulos" from London, where he was portrayed by ABC as deeply concerned about the global terrorist threat. What stands out from this very rare session -- Holder hasn't been on Sunday network television in four years -- is that Holder pulled out the oldest, lamest card in the Obama political deck: President Barack Obama and he are opposed by people who should be suspected of racism.
And darned if he didn't get away with it again.  ABC's Justice Department correspondent interviewed Holder and asked him why he believes they are "'sometimes treated differently,' those were your words. What did you mean by that?"

Holder took that softball and hit it over the fence. "There's a certain level of vehemence, it seems to me, that's directed at me (and) directed at the president," he answered. "You know, people talking about taking their country back. ... There's a certain racial component to this for some people."

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

PIGS

'keep on piggin', Democratic morons. Even the 70's British rock group "Pink Floyd" nailed you.



Ha ha, Charade you are.

Like swine, you root in the mud/filth, where you were born, and where you thrive, among the flies and maggots, the stench:  Only you would choose such a low level for yourselves.
It is your birthright; you Democrats are but animals, something less than mankind. (Yeah, I've studied the Talmud, 'the 974')

But When Your Hand Is On Your Heart...

Democrats.  You house brown, town mouse...  you undesired pestilence.  Filthy, disease bearing rodents.  You lie to us as it conveniences you.  And you get away with your slimy lies.

Less than stupid, you.  Do you know what you deserve in your life?  The very slavery which you intend for others.

"The Wizard of Fraudz"

If you can claim to have seen Barack Hussein Obama as a huckster fraud as far back as 2008, like I can, then you and I are among the smartest 48.3% of Americans. 
(those who voted to elect either John McCain or Mitt Romney)

But nowadays the worm has turned, the percentage of Americans is growing, who see controversial leader Zerobama as nothing more than a snake-oil salesman full of B.S.

What must it feel like, to be one of his (FORMER) believers, his sycophants, now that he and his resume of lies is revealed?

Now that Mr. Obama doesn't need African-Americans and their support any longer, he has abandoned them entirely.  NO, let me correct that sentence;  ... he and HIS ADMINISTRATION HAVE ABANDONED THEM.
In favor of our new illegal, hispanic immigrants, the Democrat's newest, nearest and dearest 'lower class' to whom to pander.

You see, it goes like this:  When you are a Democratic politician, you MUST pander to and cajole the lowest perceived class or race of citizen.  Getting them to believe in your MOST- altruistic political pandering speeches, getting them the vote, then getting the promise of their vote, and then after the next election goes your way, forsaking them for two/four/six years, until you once again need to pander to them again.

And The Pandering Goes Something Like This:
"You sent me to Washington to make things right~!  
And I have tried so hard to make it so, but those damned rich Republicans, they only are out for themselves, not you.  You need to re-elect me to continue to fight for ((FILL IN THE BLANK) GOVERNMENT SUBSIDY) for you.  I'm there for you~!"
And tragically, it is best for Democrats, if the fill-in-the-blank-subsidy is NEVER resolved, since it forever stays in their arsenal that way.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS, BUT:  I DID NOT MEAN TO GO OFF LIKE THAT.  BUT it is just so obvious to any rational observer, that that's all the Democrats do, is lie to their constituents, government-dependent slaves.

I INTENDED TO COMPOSE A SIMILE BETWEEN "THE WIZARD OF OZ", AND BARACK ZEROBAMA, FUTURE DICTATOR OF SOCIALIST AMERICA.  A SIMILE WHERE HE IS SO DESPISED, SO FEARED, & HELD IN SUCH AWE, YET SO WELL INSULATED AWAY FROM THE CITIZENS OF THE CITY OF OZ.

http://www.wnd.com/2014/07/hey-obama-wheres-my-mortgage-payment/

I'll try again tonight to focus my thoughts.  
gotta go to work, angry, and catch up right now~

Monday, July 14, 2014

Unpacking, Downloading

Heyyah, we are home! and I do mean "home".  As in, "there's no place like ..."

Please give me a little more time, to get back into work/blog rhythm, 
plus catch up on the latest horrors here in America.  
Time to decide what to talk about, first.

(but looking for a great vacation bargain?  Man oh man, 
we Heart Halifax~!)


Saturday, July 5, 2014

"The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful"

Hello, and 'Ahoy' from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada~!

"WE INTERRUPT THIS HIATUS FROM BLOGGING, TO BRING YOU THE FOLLOWING BLOG POST." 

Hi, everyone, since there's a hurricane in town today, and there's nothing else going on, I have taken to the only public computer in this Bed and Breakfast to give you an update.  That's like us, to hastily plan a vacation and then have a blasted hurricane blow through on a Saturday, no less~!
The front desk and the help here all assure Leti and me that tonight will be very nice to go out on the town, after "Arthur" leaves the area.

I must agree with all the locals that I've, that we've talked to, that Halifax IS CANADA'S BEST KEPT SECRET.  In a week, we've explored the coastline, crept the forests, 
the very quaint city herself, Halifax.
I don't know where to begin, to describe the reception that we've enjoyed so much while here: Warm, friendly locals, the staff here at Heritage Hideaway Inn, the (cheap) prices on everything, the ease in getting around,,, they oughtta hire me, the "Local" Hal(ifax)content to promote them all.

I've had lobster for dinner the last four nights, and we've eaten at three different, nearby places. All under $30. American~!

Leticia and I fly home next Saturday morning early, and there will be a part of me 
that doesn't want to leave.  I have felt relaxed from minute One here.  
These folks are the essence of 'laid back'.  It's like they won't be happy unless you, the guest is happy, too.
That's been the main difference I've seen here, the friendliness of the Haligonians (that's what they call themselves...~).  It's like Oklahoma, but with a vocal accent like Maine and New England.
another difference.

We are loving our time here~! Our room is gorgeous, straight out of Victorian England, featuring a high, four-poster bed, two sofas, a stone fireplace, there's a TV, I think~,
a wash basin and vase, and a chamber pot under the bed....  LOL
Our room has a small, private balcony, with French doors which opens to the trees, a mini forest in back. Me Likey!  Most nights, we sleep with these doors open for the coolness of the night air.
Not last night, it rained all night long, and still raining now at 10:45 am.  Thanks, Arthur.

BACK HOME LATE SATURDAY NIGHT NEXT; UNTIL THEN, THIS IS ALL.


Thursday, June 26, 2014

"Welcome to the Home by the Sea" Replayed for you.
For all eternity

Reblogged from 2007, and even then from another website in 2005,
my true story of my haunted, University of Oklahoma apartment:

***********************************
Written by Phil Collins. Performed by Genesis. Loved, lived, hated, and feared by me.


Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesnt feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
"Welcome to the home by the sea"

Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sigh and they moan

Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
"Welcome to the home by the sea"
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you


Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light


Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
Cos living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard

"Welcome to the home by the sea"
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you


Sit down sit down sit down
Cos you wont get away
No with us you will stay
For the rest of your days - sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you
Ooohhhh.......

Somewhere on the Internet is my true story of my haunted apartment, when I lived in Norman in the late 1980s.   It is all true, and it happened exactly as I wrote, there, remembered here.

I had a wonderful basement apartment for three+ years, as an OU student.
And it was haunted by a congenial ghost or group of ghosts.
Most memorable of the four or five instances when we, the ghosts and I intermingled, was this disturbing occurrence:
I was sound asleep in bed one night, when suddenly, the stereo in the living room suddenly turned itself on. I know, remember for a fact that I had turned it off the night before, as the radio station I loved so much then, KOCC, the jazz station of Oklahoma City Comm. College, went off the air at midnight.

As I said, I lay in bed asleep, and awoke when the stereo came on by itself, at about 3 am or so. The stereo played only one song, loud, then went back to 'off'.

That one song was "Welcome to the Home By The Sea". Above.


A song about a haunted house, which was being burglarized, in the dead of night.
But something awful was about to happen to the burglar: He was to become prisoner, trapped there, helpless, as the ghosts also trapped there, "let us relive our lives, in what we tell you," held him captive.

As mentioned, there were other instances when I felt, or I saw the ghost of that place. And the story of all of them is currently elsewhere on the Web, as a ghost story of the month.

It is here, if you want to read about my haunted past:    http://www.castleofspirits.com/stories05/bythesea.html 

Now, almost three decades later from that pleasant time in my haunted apartment, I still am the prisoner, being forced to relive their lives, my life, our lives, in what we tell you.

I have never escaped, really, from that Home by the Sea, at the corner of Eufaula Street and Santa Fe Avenue. No, I am still there... Spirit. Another ghost, wishing to be free.
Now, that corner is a well kept part of the First Baptist Church of Norman parking lot.
But the ghosts, and me too, are still waiting, not living, there. In fact, we've never parted.

For no one really ever leaves.

Sit down, sit down, sit down.... as I relive my life, in what I tell you.
They are with me again now here, Oohhhh

A Little Housekeeping Here:


Leticia and I will be away for the next 15 days; away from the news, the Internet, politics, sports (most sports), and the United States.

Saturday morning we are flying out of Dallas/Ft. Worth to Halifax, Nova Scotia for some "much needed alone time".  I hope we find ourselves again.  This is my birthday present to my wife who adores Victorian Bed and Breakfasts, and who will turn get one year younger on July 18th.

In the meantime here, I have some suggested reading, sites from which I usually come up with Malcontent posts. 

Weasel Zippers

InfoWars

American Thinker

Major League Baseball

Mark Levin Show (listen live)

That's for new stuff.  The latest, breakiest stuff.
I've shifted the Search Box to the top of the right margin also, so you can type in any topic that's on your mind, to see what I've said about it already.

Oh yeah, Life goes on, long after the thrill of livin' is gone...   



I'm just lookin' out for you..., and us..., and me. See you again here on July 13th~!  Heyyah!!