whew...

In a walk out behind the shop this evening we encountered a digital boar. There was a lot of frozen fog in the air around us and the boar appeared to sort of 'short out' and flicker, so to speak. At least until it chased us into the shop. We ran for the too steep stairs; climbed them and slammed the door shut immediately. The door was cut off at waist height so we could still look over at the kicking and ranting boar at the top of the steps. It was solid looking now, but still not quite flesh and bone. As soon as I was wondering what the hell we were going to do the boar kicked and hooked a stair step with his ankle. He flipped and fell down the too steep stairs. The dog finally got there, he had been out running in circles underneath the shadow of a tree looking for just the perfect 'spot' and didn't see it. After a quick moment he smelled something. What the hell could he smell? Does digital smell? But he did and he began waving his nose around in the air in the shop at the bottom of the stairs. The Boar thing just sort of broke up and scattered then disappeared. Never a dull moment. The dog got a biscuit and we all walked back to the house. I locked the shop on the way out.

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Over there and under that the other went with another toward yonder for reasons we might want to go over.

Hi ate us

There's this thing that came out of the sky so fast that we had no time to react. I'm told it's name is "Hi". Anyway, it swooped down so fast we couldn't get out of the way in time so it ate us. So, given the current circumstances of being eaten and having to use telepathy to get these words across the void onto this barely existent page inside this virtual sort of not really real in too many senses place I will be back as soon as the passing and reconstruction have been completed.
In a word "Hiatus"

I hope we tasted good.


It could be the Absinthe

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sue yourself

I wonder if anyone ever tried to sue themselves? Loss of income and opportunity because of yourself, failure to provide for self adequately?

So let me get this straight

A guy was found chopped up and bagged in a freezer. ADN reported that they identified him with his fingerprints. I guess if his shirt sleeves were the same pattern as the shirt then that would verify the torso right? Maybe the neck still had the collar on it too and the legs had portions of the shirt tails still tucked into them. Yeah, that's got to be it.

Well, the "Mechele Linehan stripper turned soccer mom & lost dudes one of them is dead three ring circus" is over now and weird being weird it just has to have someplace to go.

What we need is a good culling of the herd.

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The Absinthe armament factor

I'm not sure whether it is a sadistically premeditated incursion into my already abstracted personal persona or simply an innocent extension of his own experimentation. Maybe, could it be that I am now the lab rat. That would, I think, further advance the incursion theorem as introduced in the first sentence of this post. That said I prefer to believe it to be following the path of sentence the second. Why? Because I know the guy who sent me everything I need to make the Absinthe. I know him very well and even tho he is at once in the same yet 2 country's away I still after all these years consider him to be my best friend. An early christmas present says he. I must devolge also tho that in the same package came a t-shirt purporting liberty, equality, and fraternity. These words tastefully, or artistically maybe, surrounding the print of a guillotine. Ok, I will admit the insider sort of insidedness something that probably only he and myself understand about the addition of this shirt but I thought it relevant to mention that it was bundled with all that Absinthe stuff.

Upon finding out about my plans to follow through with this experimentation the synapse producing cells have once again voiced their concerns. They tried to use subtlety in doing so but I sensed their fear and now believe I have found some common ground, or should I say a sort of blackmail negotiation armament to take to the table. My biggest fear is that they will try something drastic before I can douse them with the Absinthe. I am somewhat concerned as to how they might manifest that. It will be a few weeks before the Absinthe is ready thus my main fear is that they will try something drastic given the lack of adequate preperational period they now have.

Then last night I again heard a terrible pounding on the roof. I thought at first it to be yet another Bear moose encounter with the moose on the roof stomping it's opposition to the bear on the ground. This line of thought was quickly corrected when I heard the powerful distinctive flapping sound followed by a frantic scratching by my enigmatic messenger with the huge leathery wings. Further info on this visitor can be found here and here.The scratched symbol in the snow was this time a bit disturbing and for what reason I do not know it felt a bit frightening to me as well. It was the first time I have felt scared rather than wondered by the form and appearance of both my visitor and its markings.

Does the recent turmoil inside my poles give some measure of desperation to the huge leathery winged things enigmatic visitations? I sense a change in many things both internal and otherwise that I am being warned of or prepared for.

The reality of the situation is that I am not really sure which really is just that. For this and the divisive conflict with my renegade cells I am in deep turmoil. I feel at the very least I will soon undergo a measure of testing from which I hope for the best that I return stronger.

Still, I will remain vigalent throughout my experimentation, research, and daily cognitive and physical realities. In both the prosaic and interpretive forms.

just one pill will make everything alright

At least that's what they say on those important sections of self importance so important to our degree of happiness in our so very important lives. You know, the commercials?

So the other evening I saw a commercial for some pharmaceutical company trying to push their greed down our throats in the form of a pill. telling us in their oh so trustworthy way that it would help us with our depression. because they want to "Help" us, they are there for us, they are our...........friends ;)
During the candy coated sickeningly sweet aural portraits of the list of disclaimers they told us that one of the side effects would be thoughts of suicide.

I'm not really sure if I need to write anything else. I think that one or 2 run on sentences is all it takes to sum up the ethics of, (pick one, any one), the drug companies.Besides, my renegade brain cells say that's enough. They have threatened me with random acts of drooling blather when I least expect it. They will get theirs. They won't see it coming. I'll make sure ov dat eye wil. de won git da bess uf mee de won.

Remaining brain cells

For the time being, I have decided that the remaining brain cells be put to use. That's not to say they haven't been used at all but they have been involved in other things such as counting themselves, bickering amongst themselves, and painting their fingernails.I didn't know brain cells had fingernails but nonetheless this is very disturbing and is something I am going to have to discuss in depth with them very soon.

That I have been able to request the assistance of a few of them for this quick little writing I feel is a breakthrough. They, on the other hand, call it a "favor" they they will want "returned" in short order. They refuse to tell me what that means. I fear that a strike may become inevitable if we don't work something out very soon. I am hoping it does not come to this as they seem to have some questionable ethics and hold most of the available resources for argument. This is not to say I don't have some fashion of combat available to me if this gets ugly. Since I am a male I understand that I have the ability to think with either my stomach or my penis. I'm not sure the brain cells want to mess with that kind of armament of logic when it comes to persuasive argument.

I do hope we can come to terms soon. It could get ugly and I am worried that the brain cells lack of cooperation when it comes to rational reason and creativity might start affecting the validity and seriousness of this blog.

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Maggie the elephant is moving to her new home

It is soooo very niiiice. Now she can roam free in her new home in California. All the little field mice will sing her lullaby's at night before she goes to bed. There will never be a day without the beautiful little fluffy white clouds with smiling baby faces overhead to greet her in the morning. There will be hugging and rejoicing between all the other wonderful animals from the world over, and the militant activists can now sleep peacefully, knowing they will be offered golden harps in heaven no matter what they do from here on. The San Andreas fault which will run directly under her feet will now quiet forever knowing that Maggie is treading softly overhead.
It is such a wonderful happy day.

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Religious holidays at ASD

I think that instead of adding new days to the list maybe there should be a select number of days alloted during the school year for religious holidays. We'll just keep the current original 7 and just rotate them each year. for example, One year we'll have Easter and the next well have Passover instead. Christmas one year and Eid al Adha the next etc. etc. But not to leave anyone left out for a whole year, the ones that don't have their special day in a given year will be grouped together with all the other ones which will have to wait their turn in their rotation year. We'll add 1 day to the end of the school year, make that the group holiday and give the kids that day off.
We can observe not just christian, Islam, and Jewish but all the religious faiths being represented in our schools by children of families of all walks. Including but certainly not limited to Buddhism, Pagan, Hinduism, Of course any of the Alaskan native practices should be observed because dammit, they were here not just 1st but in large still.
Now, all the other religions have every right to feel left out now so they can start raising their voices to be included as well. If we don't start rotating them pretty soon or putting together that group day on the last day of school we'll have to put a stop to after school activities all together because every day will be one religious holiday or the other. Or maybe school can start at the same time it does now but football, band, soccer, etc. will now start at 4:00 A.M. We can put our kids to bed now at 5:00 p.m so they still get plenty of sleep and we'll all have more time to ourselves to come up with more holidays.

"All praise he's found the awful truth, Balthazar. He's found the saucer news!"

LINKS

The Anchorage Daily news article that brought this to our attention

The deeply hidden Pdf on the school districts site of the amendment that they passed without allowing comment from anyone

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under dome 13

Whatever it was it went the other way. Just hours ago a new splolde ran across the surface. The heat didn't seem to affect it at all and the magma didn't singe it though it was constantly startled by the bursts. When the unknown thing ran across it's path it caused it to separate. It quickly reassembled. I'm going to send it back out without the separation option functional next. When I return to the dome I'll test both for any acti-u.
I hadn't seen any of those in Under domes 12 or 14.

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Transition

It's after 2 A.M here. Still awake and listening to the sounds outside my window. Particularly the ones that go bump, grunt, and scrape. I creep to the front door and open myself to the wild. It's black as heck out there now so I stand near the door as I allow my eyes a moment of adjustment before I investigate what was outside my bedroom window. Forget it, it can stay there. It grows fainter anyway. I'm walking cautiously through the front yard toward then onto the deck where I look out upon all the forest that I still can't see. There it stands before me, somewhere there, shrouded in secret shadow. I listen to the sound of the woods. Shadow. To be shadow there must be light. Where? I look around. down then up. Up. There is a great bowl above me. It is filled with stars casting their subtle light and creating this flood of shadow. These are not the shadows of summer. They have not the defined drawings of direction and intensity. These are the shadows of a transition, a full and tightly woven shroud drawn by distant lights that beckon the chill.
When Alaska's sky grows clearer still.
The land it feels,
it even knows,
Of Mr. Plumma's
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Retailers encourage credit card fraud

Went to a really huge bookstore today, looked for the reference section. It wasn't on the 1st floor so I went to the second. I Stood near the top of the stairs and scanned the area looking for some clue that might direct me to the reference area. Not in sight. With enough browsing I finally found the sign I was looking for. Conveniently placed almost directly behind a large column between the top of the steps and the reference section. I figure this was a good way for them to cause me to walk aimlessly around the store looking at everything I didn't come in here for. Possibly that I might find something else to purchase in addition to what I came for in the 1st place. Yes, a convenient marketing conspiracy.

Back to the subject. Scratching and clawing my way away from the digression.

I found my book. A German-English English-German translation dictionary. You know, because I might belong to some German mafia of sorts and need to be able to get along here in an English speaking country whilst fraudulently using someone else's credit cards to purchase the thing that's going to allow me to fool the ditsy cashier.

Back down to the 1st floor to make the purchase.

The cashier asked if I had found everything I was looking for. I replied, "yes". She rung it up and said, "That will be $21.95". I handed her a credit card. She took it, swiped it, and handed it back. She didn't look at it at all. Not the front, not the back. A few seconds later the paperwork printed. I reached for a pen to sign it. Nope, didn't need to. I must have had a slightly confused look on my face because she immediately said, "You don't need to sign anything if it's under $25.00". I said,"Oh". She then asks if I need a bag.(what is it she's selling here?,dammit, more digression). I said, "no, not as long as they let me out the door without one."

Maybe I shouldn't have posted this huh? maybe I should have just gone to McDonalds to get some food, Then gone to 3 different gas stations, charged $24.99 each and filled my tanks, Then hit the mall for some clothing at about 4 different stores. A 24.00 shirt here, a 15.00 hat there. Pack or 3 of underwear someplace else. Hey, maybe a burger and a couple beers too. I'd stop at a couple kiosks on the way out. Some stupid jewelry at one and a new case for my cell phone at another.

Then I'd just go home and wait for the bill to come in. When there's no proof that I actually ever purchased these things because I never signed for them, no keyed-in security code or, well, didn't have to prove anything at all I'd just call the credit card company and tell them I never bought this shit. If they say "yes I did" then I'll ask them to send me a copy of the proof, anything. That I'd like to see my signature on these purchases. They won't be able to and they'll have to forgive the debt.

If I were a thief that is.

Next time I get a credit card in I'm just going to sign it on the back as "Please ask for I.D.". I wonder how much free stuff I can get from the store when they don't and the manager tries to keep me from getting too loud about it at the register and alerting all the other customers about their security issues.


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Twin Peaks and the Dragons Breath

Trekked up Twin peaks the other day with A friend of mine. We were going to do the Williwaw lakes hike around O'Malley peak but something about all the rain and fog let us turn plans and head north some. When we Got to our destination it was raining harder than before we left Anchorage. This was a good sign that we were still alive so we headed up the trail. It rained pretty damned constantly all the way up to the tree line. This worked out nice because there was no one else on the immediate trail.(It seems the brim of my bush hat tested out pretty well in that I don't recall having the constant drip drip of rain invade the center of my back. Therefore I think a hearty thumbs up is due to whoever invented these things.) If there was no one else on the official trail there certainly wouldn't be anyone scrambling the unmarked areas up toward the peaks. We were right. By the time we hit the tree line the rain had ceased or been left below us and we were introduced to an amazing display of the dragons breath rolling and flowing around, above, and beneath us, opening occasionally to reveal a ridge or peak that we might keep our bearings as we headed upwards via any number of switchbacks toward our destination. Every time we thought we were cresting the uppermost ridge there seemed to always be another vertical ascension awaiting us that had been obscured by the ever thickening dragons breath of clouds. We finally opted to just trek around the various ridges. On a clear day I would find it a hard thing to not constantly be filled with amazement by the sheer vastness, scope, and beauty of this range of mountains and the valley below us. On this day because of the closeness of the clouds I was able to turn my gaze toward the more immediate surroundings. Goat paths and alpine tundra, mountain streams, rocks and marmot holes. At one rocky outcropping at cliffs edge we just had to stand and take it in. Still, the clouds swirled thickly below us giving the impression that we could just step right off that cliff and walk atop them out into the valley. Pristine mountain nature all around my feet as tho we were ones of a very few who trek this far above and beyond the marked trail.

Just us and "Jason and Amber".

What? yes, Jason must sure love Amber because he had bought her a nice little pack of expensive swiss chocolates to show it. "From Jason to Amber with all my love" did the half eaten package read. I suppose that the .00008 ounces of plastic wrapping and the 2 uneaten pcs of chocolate was just toooo much to pack out after the rigorous testing of some proposal or other showing of devotion so here's to you Jason and Amber. It could have been there for a few days, weeks, months, I don't know but Fuck you very much and I hope one or the other had to carry the other out with a sprained ankle as penance for not taking your plastic and chocolate out with you. Assholes.

P.S. Don't worry, I packed it out for you. Please don't return to get it. The land doesn't like you any more.


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I think I'm shallow

I can't drown. I'll never hit deep water while shallow. I don't think there's any thing else after this so therefore I'm shallow. I like to strive for the good things. I like a good house. I love to cut holes in the walls and change their shape. I think the thrill really is the chase so the prey always has to change. Overpopulation and religion are killing the world and I've nearly decided that most times I don't care so that makes me shallow to. The little laughter behind me as the bear goes sideways is joy to my heart so I'll be sure to help that laughter grow.

Walmart....The evil empire? or corporate godsend.

Today I needed to locate some salt tablets for the water softener. As much as I hated to it was Walmart which I chose to do my shopping for this. Conveniently on the way home and yes, nearly half the price as the closest out of the way competitor. Morton salt right? Not the sweatshop clothing, not the environmental holocaust packaging of toys from the east that need to make sure the pony's mane is held just perfect for marketing. No, I just went for the salt. This is not to say I haven't been to the evil empire for that sweatshop clothing etc. I just try to limit it.

But then something hit me. Wow, maybe walmart isn't so evil after all. If it weren't for the sweatshops providing us with all those good things that we "think" we need then what use would there be to breed all those new little workers? Maybe it's better to give them 3 cents a day to survive on rather than the alternative, nothing. If the sweatshops went away then we'd have that many more starving little slave, (pardon, working), children running around the developing world with no direction, eating each others ligaments for sustenance. On the other hand if the sweatshops became legitimate and had to raise their prices then they might become less competitive in the world marketplace and have to shut down. Again, releasing all the little laborers back into the world to fend for themselves and subsequently eating each other that much quicker. The remaining farmland would disappear as all the tent cities took their place. More babies would have be born at an even quicker pace to keep up with the growing demand for sustenance. The earths concentration of methane gas would compound at an alaming rate because of the flatulence created by eating each other. The planet would heat up at an exponentially dangerous pace. The remaining atmosphere would burn away and we would all suffocate on the solar radiation.

Yes, maybe walmart is a wonderful thing! bringing us all that over packaged, cheap, disposable crap that we think we need. You know, all the stuff that we never needed before walmart came along and offered it. Sweatshops have a place in the world. Sweatshops are humane in the sense that they are helping to save our planet from destruction by allowing overpopulation to thrive without having to resort to cannibalism and all the peripheral dangerous environmental effects that come with it.

Buy a petroleum based plastic toy packaged in plastic and bagged in plastic to do your part in saving a child and the world. Today!

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Not enough Microbes

No way in hell was that a nap. I mean it was just gone. Time. When I walked back into the house um, an hour? Minutes? ago, the front yard gate was not broken and now it was. My bedroom window is right outside the gate. Whatever tore it up would have been heard by me, the plunge plant would have some record, under the forslight might have entered. Any number of things but not MISSED altogether.After that the end would bring day again to them. The gate was splintered. It's almost like it was splintered. The oth was only left over Matt. I fear a great hand, paw, or something to through my bedroom window sat until me. Elst left it.

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I'll get back to this

I shall watch my back.
The surgeons say that the newly installed eyes in the back of my head will require minimal maintenance other than to keep the hair shaved from around them. The back of my hat is going to need some alteration and there is the possibility of tripping a little more while I get adjusted to them. It will definitely make for more varietal ergonomics. Wow, maybe it could become vogue. Fashion would take on whole new life if they could become a trend. The red light underground would introduce it to the privacy of the masses. A book would come out, then a movie; About an old drunk cop who met a femme fatale only once. She had the eyes. They watched each other as they walked away.

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smoking bans

I have never smoked a ban. Never really even had any desire to smoke a ban. If I don't know what it is then I wouldn't smoke it even if I did smoke. Maybe I do want to smoke a ban? "Wowww this is one heavy ban man." Is a smoking ban a big bunch of stuff the government doesn't allow us to do piled up under some wet spruce twigs and set to smolder? I guess that might be defined as a 'smoking' ban. "Hey, look over there! Isn't that a smoking ban?" or, "Shouldn't someone put that ban out before going to bed? It's still smoking for christs sake!"

Maybe a ban is some living thing?
"Honey would you put the ban outside I think it's smoking again."
"What dear?" I didn't hear ya."
" I said one of the bans is smoking."
"What dear?"
"It's a smoking Ban!"
" Oooh ! would you put it out please?"
sigh

Definitely during the summer months we might want to think twice about a smoking ban as it happens to be the fire season here in Alaska. Therefore I suggest that we take all the smoking bans and put them inside during times of heightened fire awareness.

I was walking around downtown Anchorage today looking for a store I know to exist but wasn't quite sure where it was. It was a nice day and tourists can be pretty funny looking so I thought I might make a time of it and just walk around while casually looking for the place. I took a very distinct notice of the new scent around town. They must have put all the smoking bans out on their ears today from the bars and restaurants. One would suggest that after seeing all the great plumes rising around the exteriors of these establishments I would know what a ban is. But I couldn't see it very clearly given all the large groups of people huddled together looking at it. I surmised that the ban must sit somewhere in the middle of each grouping of people. This deduction taken because of the great halo of smoke surrounding each group.
Sometimes the interest in these smoking bans was so great that I had to nearly walk off the sidewalk and into the street to get around the ban viewers.

I think it might have been a bad idea this smoking ban. Not everyone cares about it but now it gets in everyones way whether you want it to or not. It used to be that anyone who wanted to go see the smoking bans could enter their own favorite establishments to watch them smolder. If someone didn't like the way a certain ban smoldered they could always go elsewhere for a more appropriate smolder or to someplace where the bans aren't allowed to smolder at all. In time the free market system would have determined which place should and which place shouldn't install smoke bans.
And then everyone would have 'freedom of ban' in the matter.

That's right!

BAN FREEDOM for all !!!!!!!

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So there I was.........

....Just sitting there contemplating the next edition of this blog thing. Not wanting to get political, too controversial, too pissed, or even to fantastical and BOOM!!! The damned huge leathery winged thing materialized, plucked me right out of the chair and took me aloft for another enigmatically insightful journey.

The sun faded to a deep deep orange and the clouds appeared to close around us as with a sentient intent.The winged thing grew a tail. The tail grew greater and turned, spinning and weaving. It reminded me of a vine growing but in mere seconds. The tip came swift but then smoothly pass my eyes. It slid down my back and around me, and then flinging me to the sky above. My ascension slowed gradually as I watched the huge thing drift down and away. I started looking about, it felt like forever those 3 seconds before I started my descent. It still felt that way a minute later when I had yet to fall. I found myself not quite floating but rather suspended. I looked above me for a sign of my savior for still I did not fall. The chill went away, replaced with warmer, damp, stale air. I craned my neck around and up. surprisingly, I could. As an Owl I turned my head and still saw no reason in the surrounding skys for what held me aloft. Looking down again an Old worn wooden plank floor had materialized below my feet. I stepped down onto the floor. Looking up and around I found the sky was gone. replaced by a cave or tunnel. Dark behind me, A light ahead. The abysmal pit or a train? One at each end and it seemed there was no other alternative.

I started searching beside and around me. I would claw my fingers raw into the rock and earth to escape rather than face either the train or the abyss. Something flickered ahead at the light source. Something was moving back and forth across the light. It was the end of the tunnel! It was not a train! I saw something flying back and forth in front of the opening. A deep note or howl intermingled with a desperate cacophony of fading shrieks came from behind me out of the dark. Some of the shrieks would seem to grasp for me,leaving black and purple spots of frostbite wherever they touched before being dragged into the black. I ran toward the daylight. The dark behind me expanding. The light from ahead getting closer. I reached the cave entrance. A cliff! My body scraped, cut, and bruised itself as it clawed and skidded searching for a hold which would save me from the fall. I was able to stop myself at the edge of the opening, legs outstretched into the air as my now bloodied hands desperately dragged my body fully back inside the cave.

I crept back to the edge to view a sheer vertical face thousands of feet down, the bottom shrouded in mist or altogether nonexistent, I knew not which. Above, an ominous formulation of darkening clouds sank lower, shrouding the fading orange sun. I'd thought I was already saved from an imminent fall when my feet first found this floor. Fear takes me but somehow again I stave off panic. I have no choice. I pull myself up and fall back a few steps into the darkness. I scream in agony and feel a weakness growing as the shrieks seem to hungrily draw something from some essence deep within me. In a defiant sprint, I ran straight out the opening. Into the sky to fall again. Hundreds of the huge leathery winged creatures appeared from the clouds to fly erratic circles throughout the sky around me far and near. The only tailed one swoops in and grabs me, pulling me in with the tail as it grows shorter. As the tail whips around I am forced to grab for the neck or risk falling as the creature turns to fly downward toward yet more unknown.

The g-forces worked aggressively against me as my fingers nearly loosed their grip to hang on. But I did hold on. Above and behind me I see the final tendrils of darkness retreating back into the cave opening. The shrieks and howls they made as they were denied me echoed in my head and shivered my already stressed nerves. The ground came fast. Smooth and swift we lighted atop the house. My fingers finally let go of themselves and I slid to it's feet. I was beaten and tired in mind and body. I lay there looking up at the huge leathery winged thing. It's eyes burned with an expectant intensity into my own, It stepped back then with one talon like foot and a surprising gentleness it moved me aside and scratched a sign in the ground; A sign unlike it's prior leaving. It looked at me again. The great wings spread, It's head hailed upward. With a silent scream then a great downward rush of wind it was gone. Again, it disappeared into the sky long before it should have vanished from sight.

There was an uneasy similarity to my First Experience tho the scene itself seemed unrelated for the most part. There must be a message, or maybe a warning? for which I will seek clues as I feel that whatever the huge leathery winged creature needs me to understand may be much greater than myself.
I will remain vigilant.

Tormen Tagain

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Spirituality, Religion, and food stuffs for Aliens

Spirituality and Religion is an ego driven invention preying on personal weakness and fears; a simple answer for the unknown and the need to believe we are more than just 'here'. An excuse to fall short because of the promise of another chance in another place or state of being. A justification for actions or a means of manipulation. A way soften the blow of hard reality and the consequences or circumstances that create it. When we stop inventing gods is when we will prevail over discrimination and the fear of knowledge. It is then also that we will finally understand ourselves as we should have all along; without gods and spirits we would find ourselves as our own best confidant, comforter, and ally. We will see the world for what it truly is and be wary of the seeds we sow for our future generations.

OR...............................We can just believe that nothing really matters anyway no matter what we do because some f*%^ing God, spirit, or meditative communal brain synapse is going to take all the self righteous and throw them into some great being of alltogetherness. That way we can leave the whole damned place a dung hole for the future generations who fight to survive against the orange and warted 5 eyed dripping mutants caused by all the caustic infiltration of the shortsightedness, fear, bickering, and screwing ourselves to irresponsible billions. At least we'll feel vindicated on each of our petty little deathbeds as we "keep the faith" and tell those around us that we'll see them on the "other side".

Damn!!!*** I hope science gets us off this rock in enough time that we might finally have time to dispel all the primitive fears and beliefs that have kept us thus far our own worst enemy. Then maybe we'll be prepared when the aliens think they've found a new and plentiful food source.

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The Matanuska Maid works the Great Alaskan Bush Company as her future becomes questionable. Or...

...Like Iacocca said,"Throw the bums out!" I mean the leaders, the board, whatever we call them. Any good corporation would have fired the likes of imbeciles like that for running their company into the ground a good time ago. Instead, the inefficient short sightedness of government came along for a bail out. Could have put the feelers out to find someone with vision, drive, ambition, and sheer GUTS. Whatever, I don't even want to hear any crappy woes about competition, there's diversification. This damned things not run like a commercial company it's run just like a government agency doing what they do best and losing money through dinosaur ideas and crybaby ethics.

On the other hand maybe the farmers should have seen some time ago when the problems about long term viability came questionable. Maybe they should put their own heads together before it was too late. Maybe they did, maybe they were, I don't know but when somethings not working force Fire up their asses and bring in some goodly wrinkled brains. It's your government! Bitch at them for running it wrong, They took it over they took the reponsibility! You had to have seen it long before it hit the headlines to the rest of us. Ever stand in a tunnel and look at the pretty light get closer and closer? It's not the other end, its not a miracle, It's a fuckin' Train!!!!

Well, I guess that if this doesn't get resolved before too long then the cattle will go to slaughter and we'll have a bunch more nice subdivisions and the farmers will come out retiring nicely anyway after the bankruptcy. They can sell the land piece by piece or to developers to subdivide and plant houses that all look like the same plastic shit with their fake green poison lawns of the lower 48 on the already cleared land instead of taking more wilderness. That way we can deal with the oil products runoff from the cars and lawnmowers into our streams instead of cattle feces. We're getting pretty good at the oil related pollution problems now.
Oh wait a minute there is that nagging Lower Kenai river and Big lake issue isn't there.

I'm not through ranting or researching this so I'll get back to it if I find out whether I really care or not.

I wonder what's the talk of this at Talkeetna's West Rib cafe and pub? Maybe it's nearing time for another little jaunt up the Parks.

Need a bandwagon to bitch about please!!!!!

Seems that at this moment, right now, at this conjuncture in the space time configuration as it relates to our variation of the Earth in all the cosmic planes of existence that everything is absolutely a perfect world and there is nothing to bitch about. What in the hell am I going to do ! I'm going into withdraw here! I can't believe.......um......never mind..............It's all screwed up again.

Now which one do I choose? There's too many choices ! dammit! What the hell am I supposed to do now!

Wow, that was interesting. For a split second just back at 8:16:something p.m. Alaska time the world was, well, perfect. Whew, hope that never happens again. THAT could get real boring real fast.

Maggie the Alaska elephant

Concerning the plight and public outcry of Maggie the elephant at the Anchorage Alaska Zoo.
This is a no brainer. Bees overwinter by huddling together in a tight formation. Instead of shipping Maggie off to the lower 48 I think we should just import about 5000 elephants so they can huddle together just like the bees do. Never will any of them be lonely and we can put a cute little tiara on Maggie so we can tell her apart. Since they will be creating a huge amount of feces we can just mix that in with the snow piles during the winter. The heat that the feces generates will help to keep the snow piles in the parking lots to a minimum thereby freeing up a lot of parking during the winter months. After the winter is over we can use the feces remains to build compost piles to fertilize the gardens for all the food we'll need to feed all the elephants and the circle is completed. See it'll all work out in the end, (so to speak).

I posted this on the Anchorage daily news , (ADN), blog today and felt I'd best put it here where it rightfully belongs before they delete me.

Sideways bear and the spider

Everytime we went eliptical the bear would shift sideways. G's you know. But lean he did and the spider residing on his head leaned as well; sometimes slipping around the front or back a little as if to keep hold. Everything would plane in as the little laughter quiets.

weekend in Port Llast

Sometimes you just have to get away. Went up to Port Llast last week. A canary took this picture. Amongst the fire, hail, and castings I was able to hear the camera snap. I turned in enough time to see it snatched by a Raven. An eagle swept in and started grappling with the raven over the camera. They were in some sort of wildly swinging airborn swirling chaos when the huge leathery winged thing dove in and tried to eat them all. The camera strap got snagged in the huge things beak. They fell to the ground and were all dazed long enough for me to grab the camera and run. I made Luskan about 2 days later, not without some small help from a dryad who knew her way better than I through a certain area.

Sometimes you just need a happy ending.

We never knew why the pig swelled enough to float away with the barn. It landed far away from here near a Canadian farming community not some few miles from Saskatoon. We couldn’t bring ourselves to ask poor farmer Boyd for them back. After all, not only did he need them but they had landed on his wife. She ended up surviving the incident but it had crushed both her legs pretty bad; they had to be removed. Fortunately, after the reverend Forsyth got word of it he pulled “The ladies” together and they all had a pie bake to raise some money to put a big ad in the local newspaper asking for leg donors. They got plenty of sympathy but everyone said they needed both legs. However, all said they would pray for her. This was received as a very nice gesture and it was owed to this that two good Samaritans came offering her an arm each. The doctors said that it was unusual and that they had never personally witnessed it but if Farmer Boyd would say it was ok they would attempt to attach the arms as legs.

The operation was a success even though one of the arms was attached to bend the wrong way. Mrs. Boyd later said this actually helps out in the kitchen.

A day doesn’t go by now that Farmer Boyd doesn’t have a smile on his face. The way the community came through so gallantly, a new barn and pig, and a wife with all kinds of frisky new tricks up her sleeves. Life is good.

Tormen Tagain

Itsbro kenaga in

Iwon der whatthi sisgo ingtolo okli ke.

Wasilla sewer bubbles

This is something I have been wanting to post for a week orso, (whoops, who's Orso?). The problem is that I don't know if it needs anything done for it that it doesn't do itself. Let's just start with a link.(Click on the header to this post)

Trust me, I'll get back to this one after the yeast I've added to my brain, via the post birthing government funded hinged head hatch, has been able to get the fermenting process going well enough. ....Wasilla....creature....playground....homeland security......Sara Palin......Aliens.....ORSO IS THE SEWER FOAM CREATURE!!!

Alaska Wolf control? Bear control? what about.......

While driving to work this morning on the Seward highway into Anchorage I almost hit a damned chiropractor. A little further down the road another one ran out in front of me! Yet another just stood there in the middle of the intersection long enough to disrupt movement and orderly flow through a traffic light. What the hell is going on!? Later in the day I was driving around town on a variety of errands and noticed the absolute proliferation of chiropractic offices. It seems on every corner, in every strip mall, every office building, and most blocks between them is another chiropractic office? How damned many chiropractors does it take in this town?

Now, I have become just a bit concerned that the number of chiropractors is starting to stress the general population. Our auto insurance rates might start creeping up as the industry gets wind of the amount of them coexisting here amongst the rest of us. I would guess that they might far out number the moose, At least in the less rural areas of town. Can you imagine the damage one might do to your car were you to hit one!?

Before too long I suspect that we might see shortages in food stuffs in our grocery stores. This could end up putting the balance between the rest of us and them at teetering odds. I would hate to see their population grow to such a number that they can’t support or feed themselves for lack of clients. How can we get the balance back before it’s too late? Should there be an open season of sorts? Maybe “chiro baiting” might be an option, for a limited time during the regular hunting season.

I wonder if Fairbanks is having the same problem? I imagine they are starting to spread into the Mat-su as well. Wasilla probably has a growing number, as well as Palmer. I don’t even want to think of the outcome and general population stress if more than just a few finally stretched into areas like Chickaloon, Talkeetna, Clam Gulch, Tok, and other towns with moderately low populations.

There is still time. We can control the spread and overpopulation of chiropractors but it must be done humanely. I’m not sure that Arial hunts like we do with the wolves, or a free for all like is going on with the bears in Game unit 16 is the solution but you have to start somewhere. I’m not saying I’m for or against hunts like this but I think that other methods might still be a viable option for Chiro control. Maybe the Alaska game board is already working on a solution. I’m sure they must be aware of this growing concern by now.

Organic Christians

Today we drove to Talkeetna for a reason that has nothing to do with this post other than we drove north to get there and subsequently had to drive south to get home. It was on the southern route of the Glenn Highway somewhere between Wasilla and Anchorage where I caught a quick glimpse of a handmade sign on a stick along the side of the highway. The words were too many to read at last moments notice as it flew by me, (or I should say as my truck flew by it), at around 65 mph but I think I read enough to get the idea, sort of. "...The New Organic Christian....". I think the rest might have read something like; "...next exit", or, "...now open just ahead", or something like that. Leave it to say that it wasn't important enough for me to take such a drastic measure as to stop and back up on the busy highway but it did get my imagination working a little to fill in the blanks of information given in such a short time frame.

What is an Organic Christian? Would they taste any better than a non-organically raised Christian? I would think that maybe a non-organic christian might grill up better as I seem to have noticed on many Sunday mornings while waiting for the backup on the road to clear out in front of their churches that quite the majority seem to be at least a lot obese. All that fat might help the evenness of cooking.

Possibly then would an organic christian be fed healthier foods in avoidance of the gluttony sin that that seems to so invade their non-organic cousins? If so then probably the fat to meat ratio might make for a leaner cut but would require much more sauces and attention while grilling. God forbid we have to keep dumping more of our beer over it to keep it tender and juicy.

I don't eat very much red meat as I like to stick to Fish and chicken mostly. I have no ethical reason to avoid it and do enjoy a good well done cheeseburger on rare occasion. However, if anyone wishes to share their knowledge of this issue, maybe you have seen the sign as well, or would just like to post a recipe or 2 please be my guest.

Another strange evening

I was standing atop our earth sheltered house Last evening when something with huge leathery wings swept down on me. I felt first engulfed by the shadow as it grew to darken the space around me. followed by a gentle uptug in the air around me as it lighted down. Great wings folded around in a terrifyingly beautiful arch. Just as quick they swept away, opening my eyes to the sun and bringing into view a sort of prehistoric bird silhouette many times my own size. They fell again, the wind rushed down and out as if on the run, sweeping the snow and bending the grasses around me. My body was snatched from it's hold upon the ground. The talons were as finely controlled instruments for they gripped me securely yet harmlessly. The ground swept away, I watched my world shrink beneath me as we rose into the evening sky. Why did I not freeze?

Something changed; the night fell into full swing in mere moments, auroras grew fingers as they beckoned to life the string of volcanoes along the peninsula. Then spitting skyward from their throats came music from Illiamna, Stars from Redoubt, Spurr and Augustine shared the ends of a great, whipping, electric arc. The auroras fingertips repelled with small explosions of multicolored lights when making contact with the arc. The inlet grew a foam thick fog which blanketed everything a couple thousand feet thick. It began as a chilling crimson, fading back to the dark grey of stormclouds, upon which then sailed a fleet of wooden warships heading toward a single peak.

I was dropped, My captor had let go his hold, everything in sight returned to normal, a killing chill froze my eyelids shut. I was falling fast toward fate and Cook inlets icy waters when I was snatched again, the scene reverting once again to the same display of otherworld imagery. I shivered the warmth back into me while cradled in some protective bubble that seemed to only follow this creature. We flew toward home, this time the scene smoothly reverted back to normal.

The winds came again as I was lighted down where I left from atop the house. It stood looking at me for a moment, Scratched some sort of symbol in the snow and flew away. It disappeared into the sky long before it should have vanished from sight.

I have a feeling that this is not over. I will be vigilant.

Tormen Tagain

Subject 1.73

"It has become necessary to replace the 2 Breach generators that were previously retracted. All sources of necessary equipment and technologies are being contacted. The split planet still seems to be holding stable and a "web" of sorts has been forming between the two halves. While it doesn't yet seem to actually make contact with either there does seem to be some magnetism forming in synaptical looking fingers between them. It is a disturbingly amazing spectacle.

2 A.M. The Village Inn

Much to the dismay of and sometimes comic relief to the hard working graveyard shift waitresses and waiters in late night after the bar closes munchie havens it is not unusual to find many similarly self induced cognitively challenged individuals as this one.

“Arughthuzapt.” The man slurred to the waitress. “Sir, I’m sorry. Could you repeat your order?” She replied in a tired, depleted voice. Her already building headache began pounding now. “Absthord bich !” he spat out, irritated that she did not understand. A small but visible drool escaped from the corner of the man’s mouth as he shakily rose to leave. He was visibly frustrated with the way he was not treated with the utmost respect from the staff. “Flothrom sfaft dith !” he exclaimed while holding himself upright against an adjoining table. Soon enough the man felt himself become as one with the carpet. “Shlurrrthp.” An odd trailing crept back into his nose as he looked to find his footing. Quickly, he pulled someone’s foot from his mouth. To his almost immediate surprise he noticed they wore the same type shoes as himself. With the same graceful transition he rejoined his friends at their booth, waking one of them through an accidental displacement of a water glass. Just moments later he was able to help the previously unnoticed but kind policemen to their car.

Tormen Tagain

citpanys & Fyordahs

Someone I know from Jupiter called today.

Someone I know from Jupiter called today. He said he'd been having a hard time with recent events. I'll stick to his immediate plight while leaving the peripherals still scattered, for his safety.

He said the first thing he could…” remember was the blinding red color that the insides of our eyelids can become when they’re splattered with blood and a spotlight or some damned other bright hot thing is just inches from the face. I tried scooting from the light. I felt very weak, tired, and battered. Was I drugged too or just beat up? I was on the floor, assuming then that gravity was normal, I could slide no more than a foot or so when my back hit something. It was the wall. A small blunt point of something pressed into my cheek, followed by a twist and dig. It didn’t break the skin, just burned like all hell when it was turned. Then the same kind of thing hit into my side, another into my shoulder, my side again. I heard a small grunt as the thing landed the last blow on me as though the force was really put into this last one. A shuffle of standing, then footsteps, their sound moving away from me. 6 or 7 steps maybe, slowly. It sounded like just one person. Someone clears their throat, a man, further yet beyond the footsteps. The footsteps stop, I am trying to open my eyes a little but it feels like one is wholly swelled shut or stuck shut by what might be my own dried blood. How long had I been out? The sound of a metal chair on porceline tiles as someone sat on it. The next throat to clear was a woman’s, in the same probable proximity of the chair. My right eye was history; I must have peeled 20 eyelashes out to get my left one open enough to see anything. Through the fuzzy darkness of my strained vision I saw a silhouette of a woman, seated, returning heeled shoes to her feet.

“I thought I was going to have to kill you just to wake you up.” Low, smooth, and damaged, was her voice. “Clean his eyes off” She said then to someone.

I heard the sounds of two sets of feet walking toward me. All I could see were the hands grabbing for my shoulders. Another set grabbed my legs. They pounded my head under water in some large bucket, pulling and pushing me back under 3 or 4 times, they held me under, up, then under quickly. This last time they shook me around with whatever bucket they were using and threw me against the wall. The sound of metal screamed into my ears as it hit. The bucket fell off and crashed to the floor echoing into a very large, empty room. I slid to my seat on the floor. The water mixed with the wet blood, breaking up some of the dried stuff as it burned a path for my eyes to focus. A towel of sorts fell on my shoulder. One of the two who had just “washed my eyes” threw it.

The woman spoke again,” Look at me, (a cough), look at me”

This was a bad day, I didn’t need to see who it was now; I knew.

“I thought you were dead” said I.

She replied, “I was”.”

After that he went on to explain that he was either knocked out or he passed out. He wasn’t sure which but that he was still keeping hold of the situation but could talk no more. He couldn't at that time talk of his means of communication .I suspect he’ll call again when opportunity presents itself.

Tormen Tagain

It and the middle of no where.

How far away is it if you are standing in the middle of no where ?

First, a couple things need to be addressed prior to any reasonable formulation of coherent and positive forward moving deductive processes begin.

1- What is it ? Is it something we can lay our hands on ? A place we can go ? Is it something not quite so "real" but something for which one might strive for such as a goal? Maybe a state of mental and emotional well being or any other "places" which we as individuals would desire to eventually attain.

2-Where is no where ? If it really is no where then can it actually be any where at all ? If not then no where cannot be any where because no where could be used as a defining and descriptive location for where we are. That in turn in relalation to where we find ourselves when we achieve "It".

Theory one----If no where doesn't exist at all how can we have placed ourselves in the middle of it? To have placed ourselves in the middle of no where means that it must have substance or space, otherwise how could it support us in the middle of it. Unless we also are comprised of the same stuff that makes for nothing. Stuff, (to be debated in a later post,...maybe). I suppose tho that one could present themselves to be in the middle of a great void, and that could be no where. Although, a void is said to be someplace de'void of stuff, completely lacking in substance. This brings to thought that this void must be located somewhere in the middle of or contained within stuff or substance itself, thereby gaining unto itself some measure of substance being the place where stuff isn't. Could we by finding where no where is then give some attainability to the seeking of "It"?

Trust

Have you ever eaten in a restaurant ? Of course, we all have. We go to our favorite place trusting that they have not only their own pocketbooks in mind but our own best interests as well. Health, a clean kitchen, safe environment. Well, F*** you Anchorage health dpartment for allowing such vile and disgusting operations such as an unnamed um, eaterie to conduct business this way. I have seen filth like I have never seen before in a restaurant. Powerwash it all you like and it still won't wash away the history. Cleanliness is something too be kept up on a regular basis not demanded of you because you've been caught. Speaking of powerwashing there is more too it than just wetting down the floor. What about the moldy crap from months of neglect on the sides of all the equipment, What about the obvious old blood stains on the walls from the ducks and (cats?), you skin and cook up. What was that swimming in the stinky moldy pot hidden away in the corner ? your ex or something ? How about the shrews ? They certainly have no reason to run racing for all the stupid little traps under every table in the dining area now do they ? Not when there's a veritable smorgasboard of opened food containers and left out food in trays, bowls, and pans all over the kitchen. And the nasty employees restrooms which won't flush ? eewwwwwww!!!!Sorry, I've only scratched the surface of sickness going on here but I think you get the idea. Who is to blame ? The owner of this and other similarly disgusting eateries or a severely lacking, (or corrupt?),system of checks in the Anchorage health department. Who allows this kind of place to remain open ? Don't be fooled by the seemingly pristine dining area, look for clues, they are there. A wise old saying states that all that glitters is not always gold. Remember, Piss is also Golden. F***in' asses.