fluff

also,my daddy woulda been 101 today. if he’d made wiser choices. coulda. maybe. elsewhere, john sebastian is 64. rudolf nureyev would be 70. jean-baptiste oudry would be 321, but that’s maybe a bit too much to expect. maybe.

if wordpress is so friggin’ great, how come it won’t even allow simple friggin decent text formatting.
what you see is in no way related to what you get. i will be so very very happy when i get some of my brain back. which could happen soon. some. maybe. teaser.

bob and heidi left a week ago.  i’m still here.  sometimes bein’ wrong is pretty much ok.  along w the good stuff, however, can’t seem to get rid of those damned zombies.  though i’ve set a little bit of common sense and self containment and control into the (mind? is that the right concept here?)  of one of the everdrunk zombies.  can’t, however, seem to gain any success re the tooth grinder who also, quite frighteningly, imagines that she can sing.                                                                                            anyway,  i’m still here.  at least, seems so.

well, for awhile. maybe. i dunno. heidi, said they’ll prolly take down the network 2moro morning, in prep for packing everything (pretty much) away prep for leaving (sigh and all like that) sunday morning. sucky. there is so much to be said and i’m feelin’ like almost able to say some of it and… then agin, some might say some things are better best left unsaid, unimagined even. i think this is gonna be good when it gets around to gettin’ itself done,and maybe it shouldn’t be mentioned at this stage but, ya know, when yer not doin anything, the temptation to point to even weak ideas that you’ve almost made a beginning with can be…um…rather strong. anyway, i think this is a strong idea, it’s been on hold, lounging in my brain, undiscussed for a long time, so, i got this little bit of a beginning, if ya’d care to scamper over and make any sort of comment (including wthf if that’s what it inspires)… …where was i?

oh, yeah, ok, so i was gonna comment, w link to, a nyt article about one of the hotel-casino companies spending huge amounts of money buying new york city art for one of their ridiculous new properties. the article seemed to based on the twin idiot assumptions that there are no working artists (of international stature) in las vegas (no, i mean artist as in artist, ya know? not michael and celine.) what? oh, right. the other idiot assumption bein’ that this town is driven by, centered on, the strip. lol. so to speak. las vegas is driven by, centered on, walmart. just like the rest of america. the world, you say? whatever. it was a totally dumbass article. about a totally dumbass company and some totally dumbass ideas about art. hey, don’t blame me, ok. i loaned bill buckley my vocabulary decades ago, and now he’s died without returning it. cripers

whatever. more, i s’pose, whenever. should ya visit the above linked kitteh, yes, the survey is serious. sorta. responses ‘preciated. g’nitie. see ya soonish.

i figured out where my free, unsecured wireless network, internet connection is coming from. shoulda guessed it really. it’s, of course, the house to my left as i sit here, next house north. real nice people. and they don’t have any objection to the free ride i’ve received since june. they like me a lot. in fact, they’re gonna give me lotsa good stuff when they move out. saturday. maybe friday.

we’re pretty sure that those good things won’t include their internet connection, but, we’re lookin’ at the possibility. probability is tho, i’ll not be around here much, if at all, for maybe months. hope y’all don’t totally forget me. i’ll try, of course, to make frequent visits to the public library public wi-fi. and maybe we’ll be blessed with another open network moving in next door. maybe. who knows? (ceiling cat knows.)

all of which leaves major bits of catch up which will prolly never get. caught up. likethe long story behind the cancelled 24 hour eeg. somebody broke the machine. just before my scheduled date. so we did a simpler short eeg at the neuro office, instead of sending me out to ride home on the public transportation. and back the next day. considering the reality of the other regular riders, i might well have gone unnoticed anyway.

anyway. oh! hailstorm. as it were.

no, really. ok, you had to be there. it was comin’ down like, well, um, it was pretty exciting. in the moment, plummetting down all around like that. anyway. the snow swirl, separate event days later, or earlier maybe, was heavier, woulda made a good way short movie, but i was hurryin’ for the bus, late, i thought, for an appointment. and cold. maybe next year. maybe. there’s always, of course, tim.

i ‘xplained that right, about the name change? (s). well, anyway, it’s short and easy. all male grackles are now named tim. altho the tim formerly known as bob may be bob again soon. like next weel. prolly. hope i’m here, in webspace, to re’xplain. oh, and pancho is now and evermore miro. no change foreseen there he’s healing.

but then, what else would you expect, from a cat. you notice yet how i have nothing really to say? just so much blather. i am the very model of a modern major media dude. why am i, then, unknown?

blather and twaddle. plus also, it’s way way late and tomorrow (really, now, later today) i have appointment @ the pain clinic, for, i think, precision cortisone injection(s) to unpinch the major nerves runnin’ into/out of, the spinal area. this could be way good and more. we’ll see. g’nitie.

oh, hey, wait. i was gonna mention how like this is 7 weeks without smoking. i don’t miss the cigarette the smoke, the nicotine, at all. though they were good, while they were, and i have no regrets about, you know, what i did when i did it. sometimes though, i miss the process. little bit. nothin’ to worry ’bout, this too shall pass. jus’ thought i’d mention. 7 weeks. …. so, ok, nitie ag’in.

so. january 14 thru 20 were spent, mostly, in valley hospital, which seems to be the worst of this town’s hospitals. wish i had access to the writing skills it deserves. the first two and a half days were spent in the emergency room, on a gurney. then half day on a bed. it got a bit better after that, and anyway the actual abuse ended after the second day. not sure i f anyone’s sure why i was there at all. and we’re not gonna do major detail here. the discharge papers say pneumonia, and there was that, bigtime. but i’m way fuzzy (i remember lying in bed, with the chills, for a long time, unable to move). the rest is also bits and disconnected pieces. i may have tripped and fallen, dunno, the first two hospital days i was, oh, not quite right. way more than usual. enough that i worried …well, you know. i dunno. anyway, no, no stroke, no seizure, no concussion, apparently. they did masses of x-rays and cat scans and even mri at both ends of the spine. so, anyway. it may be pretty strong and healthy in he middle parts. may be. but then ag’in, the back surgeon/diseases of the spine dude has seen those pics and he says my back is totally royally screwed up. but recoverable. somewhat. without surgery. which is good. last couple days tho… and of course, there were those seven days in the smoke-free zone. and iv morphine. much better than nicotine patches.

so, we can all easily see what i should/ must do, the only, of course, honorable thing to do, as much as i run my mouth at other people, whining about the importance of correct color. eventually. for now, just imagine that they all look as right as the last one..bit less green maybe. bit. maybe.

i didn’t know there was nothing.

then i did know.

there was a woman, and a house, and a dog and a car. we were drinking coffee, much coffee, me and the woman and the dog, we were debating who would drive the car, then we were in a park with lots of trees and flowers and a stream running fast through it and i was now the woman and the dog a light beam and albert einstein * was sitting on the lightbeam with grandpa jones ** and ( ? ), they were all playing each others music.

then we all got in the car, all of us in the front, old style bench seat, me at the passenger side window, with cigarette, coffee and camera, all of them, the woman, the dog, the light beam, al and grandpa and ( ? ), taking turns at the wheel, driving us to…

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*a fiddle player with some sorta interest in mozartiana.

**a banjo player with some radio and tv performances.

( ? )i dunno, was another someone but i couldn’t hold onto that. a musician, it would seem. me?

i don’t recall the date on this dream. recall says prolly in the last 2 years, maybe the last 14 months, here in las vegas.

anyway. newer business.

i smoked my first cigarette sometime in the spring or summer of 1957. it was good. i enjoyed it. much. i smoked my last cigarette sometime in the early morning hours of january 14, 2008. it was good. i enjoyed it. much. if i’d known it would be my last, i prolly woulda had two. too late now.

the moment is late, the net connection is wobbly, my arm friggin’ hurts,(srsly), more later. soon. g’nite.

don’t gotta pee real real right now.

‘fya know what i mean. now we got that outta the way, check back soon, i think there’s somethin’ ’round here somewhere that we can call content and post.

sumthin’.

summheres.

i dunno, check back 2moro.. um, uh, please. thanks.

oh, wait, i forgot. it snowed this afternoon.  no, no fotos.  sorry.  and it’s late now, i should be in bed, but i’ll come back here 2moro and post an image from the hailstorm.  no, really.  last week.  well, sorta.

come back later (soon) and check for updates. for now…

found in trash. seems to work, needs checking yet.

maybe 2moro. for now i’m tired and spaced. here, try these.

anyway, said trainwreck seems to have been cancelled. so it sometimes goes. g’nitie.

might edit some of this stuff one of these days. might. that was sorta in the plan. sorta.

also might repost this, from elsewhere. youtube conversion really ate it up bad. sucky sucky, youtube. almost zombielike.

anyway, is’s way latish, nitie, for now.

nex’ day, late.

ok, so i left the youtube disaster and added a clearer file from blip.tv. with advertising, yes, we’ll see how if that works. lemme know if either video fails to load, or if they take forever and beyond, please.