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I'm an artist, educator, militant anti-theist , and I write. I gamble on just about anything. And I like beer...but I love my wife. This blog contains observations from a funny old man who gets pissed off every once in a while.

Monday, January 27, 2014

MONDAY #1885



WARNING: Somehow this ended up being a very long post.



The over/under on tonight's Pro Bowl is 91 points. I took under...wish me luck.
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"Affront to human rights" indeed.

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Some very interesting images from the rioting in the Ukraine...




 Pastafarian?





This guy was striped naked (except for his socks) and forced to pose for photographs in sub-zero temperatures... 

 The they had him hold the weapon he used to attack the police...

This is a Molotov Cocktail slingshot... 

And this is what that slingshot is capable of...
And sometimes they set themselves on fire...
Believe it or not, I know how to make a better Molotov Cocktail. You DO NOT stick the rag into the bottle. Have a lidless bottle of flammable liquid allows it to leak out or ignite prematurely...see above image. You put the cork back in the bottle, then tie a petrol-soaked rag around the neck. Once thrown the bottle breaks and boom.





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(red font mine)

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This is the BEST we could come up with?

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I'm loathe to give these jerkoffs any more attention, but these are rather funny....I hope...







Sorry this is so hard to read, but it's the popularity of various music genres...


Something I read:  If you’re not a fan of the Iranian clerical regime, you might want to consider killing it with kindness instead of bolstering it with belligerence. More than half of Iran’s population is under 35, and many are eager for better relations with the outside world (including the United States). Making it easier for Iranians to travel, get educated in the United States, and get exposed to the rest of the outside world will put those aging mullahs in a very awkward position. Have we learnt nothing from the failed Cuban embargo, which has helped keep the Castro Bros. in power for half a century? If we really believe in the transformative power of markets, Hollywood, hip-hop, the Internet, democracy, and free speech, let’s turn ‘em loose on Tehran. If your goal is a more moderate Iran, that approach is likely to work a lot better than ostracism, covert action, and repeated threats of military force, which merely galvanize Iranian nationalism and help justify continued repression by hardliners.


You guys with young children...the ball is in your court...

Does it bother anyone else that it's still called "Great" Britain? Then why not Stupendous Germany or Mighty Spain?



This device thaws the ground for a grave that has to be exhumed....
 I had no idea there was such a need as to necessitate a solution.

What's with women and their clits?....
Oh, yeah....now I remember.

This is a restaurant some place or the other that asked foreign customers to leave one of their currency on the board. It, of course, reminded me of a story...
When I was in Europe with the military, I managed to amass the equivalent of $50 in a single large bill (European bills vary in size - the more worth the larger - some as large as the top of a Kleenex box). I kept these bills in my wallet as a memento of my travels. That was the same wallet that was stolen about 20 minutes after I stepped off the train in New York City.
Just sayin'.

This artist sits or lays in the middle of a surface (not sure what it is) and uses her body to make designs with charcoal...
 It takes a long, long time, and as one could imagine is exhausting...
 These are but four of her creations...
I like them very much.
I was trained an abstract expressionist. My paintings documented the movement of my body from one part of the canvas to the other (think Jackson Pollock). My tool of choice was paint rollers of all sizes and various thicknesses of paint.
My senior year of college I had a show at the largest museum in the state and I (at the time) was the only artist to sell out their show....and I really, really needed the money. 

OOMVO...

Having the mistakes pointed out as if a computer spellcheck is sorta funny...
 But I watched a documentary of the work of a REAL guy in the tomb writing the instructions to heaven for his Pharaoh and he fucked up. All those years ago, he dealt with it just like you and I would have...
 And that, Gentle Reader, is a true story.

Not sure if I have all the facts correct, but this was a photograph widely distributed of a young Syrian boy sleeping in between the graves of his mother and father...
 As I understand it, it was pure propaganda and the boy was staged to raise funds for the war effort...


"Pluralism" means a lot of different things. Go figure.


My nephew made a batch of tamales...
Tamales are a family tradition. I have set around a table for hours making them with my father and others. My nephew promises he will make a batch if I visit him. I call that a win/win.

Okay, pay attention.
My daughter, the scientist, sent me this image without explanation. I looked and looked, then finally gave up and asked her what the fuck it was that I was supposed to see.
Now I ask you to take a moment or two and see if you can tell what is of interest here...
She sent me an explanation:
A sun dog from a polar vortex, mock sun or phantom sun, scientific name parhelion, is an atmospheric phenomenon that creates bright spots of light in the sky, often on a luminous ring or halo on either side of the sun.

Sundogs may appear as a colored patch of light to the left or right of the sun, 22° distant and at the same distance above the horizon as the sun, and in ice halos. They can be seen anywhere in the world during any season, but they are not always obvious or bright. Sundogs are best seen and are most conspicuous when the sun is low.

Here are some more examples...
 And this observation goes way, way back...

Uncle Ralph says...


Solidarity is hard.



This, of course, reminded me of, hopefully, a funny story...
I was sitting in my living room with two women who will remain nameless when there was a knock at the door. One of the women with me was friends with a man who had just (like that morning) gotten out of federal prison on a drug conviction. The man came looking for his wife. The wife, he had to be told, had run off with another man, and (at least in my opinion) took the news rather well and even offered us some marijuana that he had scored ON THE WAY TO MY HOUSE FROM THE FEDERAL PRISON.
So he goes out to his car and came back with a carry-on bag jammed packed with weed. He filled one of my large zip-locks and asked if we wanted more...but we didn't want to be greedy.
Now back to the picture above.
When he left we smoked some of the finest weed any of us had ever tried. We were all sitting around on the floor and all I said was, "What happened to me feet?" and all three of us laughed for an hour.
.......maybe you had to be there.

This is one smart motherfucker...


Eroticism without atmosphere is porn.


This is a real sign in an office break room...
 The question begs to be asked....then why do you have two?



We all want to stay connected with their family, even the dead ones. And our mothers and TV tell us we can.


 What if selfies were invented by the government so we can all be easily identified?



 Being a modest man, when I checked into my hotel on a recent trip, I said to the lady at the registration desk, "I hope the porn channel in my room is disabled." To which she replied, "No, it's regular porn, you sick bastard."


SYDSE...


The wife has been missing a week now. Police said to prepare for the worst. So, I went to the thrift shop to get all of her clothes back.



How much more to we have to tolerate before we all stand up and say Fuck You?
 What more will it take to prove to us that this is not the country that our fathers and grandfathers died to protect?


 Went for my routine checkup today and everything seemed to be going fine until he stuck his index finger up my butt! Do you think I should change dentists?



 That last name bullshit is, I believe, another throwback to the ownership of land. You must keep it all in the family name (read male heirs), or the whole house of cards collapses.

People will do whatever they have to do...
 ....I believe that.


All these scholars spent centuries arguing about the meaning of Voltaire’s Candide, which is ironic because the whole point of the book is that you should stop arguing about pointless philosophy and do something useful with your life.



Okay, I will admit it. I like thoughts spray painted on walls...as long as they make people think...

If you don't get this...ask your teenager...





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