I bet you won’t find this in a kid’s book these days –

From Chapter four of The Emerald City of Oz, by L. Frank Baum.

“I want you to march this army through an underground tunnel, which I am going to bore, to the Emerald City of Oz. When you get there I want you to conquer the Oz people, destroy them and their city, and bring all their gold and silver and precious stones back to my cavern. Also you are to recapture my Magic Belt and return it to me. Will you do this, General Crinkle?”

“No, your Majesty,” replied the Nome; “for it can’t be done.”

“Oh indeed!” exclaimed the King. Then he turned to his servants and said: “Please take General Crinkle to the torture chamber. There you will kindly cut him into thin slices. Afterward you may feed him to the seven-headed dogs.”

“Anything to oblige your Majesty,” replied the servants, politely, and led the condemned man away.

Italics mine.

rated PG

hey! I did an oz post, one year ago today, too!

I need to put up some wind chimes. There’s a nice breeze in the courtyard.

They’re making a hellboy movie? That’s wacky… it’ll be a major stinker, or a sweet, sweet piece of candy. I’m hoping for candy. I look forward to seeing how such stylized are will look as a “live action” sort of thing. Ron Perlman is a good pick for him… I wonder how Abe Sapien will turn out?

Skipping the Jazz brunch…too hot and crowded. I did swing by long enough to get a strawberry-lemonade punch and an arepa, though. The music that I did manage to hear was pleasant, though more like the islands than classic jazz.

Anna Nicole show is on tonight… not sure if I’ll tune in or not. Sort of like a traffic accident… I shouldn’t look, but I’m curious.

mind-bending bunny

Cancerless Cigarette? -The Air-2 Vapir Kit from Advanced Inhalation Revolutions aims to deliver tobacco’s “vital essence” while eliminating its heath hazards.

Instead of burning tobacco, the Vapir Kit heats it and then emits its vapors so smokers can get a nicotine buzz with up to 99 percent fewer carcinogens, according to the company director Shaahin Sean Cheyene.

A moment is eternal… for as long as it lasts.

Ahhh… back from getting groceries. Hooray for a bike with a cargo space! I got a good workout, because I wanted to get ice cream home before it’d melt. A grand experiment. Looks good!

Cherry chocolate chip!

I have too many friends that take the wrong things seriously. Like looking for gritty realism in a BEM movie. They should be appreciating the real story in signs, I think, and not yelping about plot holes… I liked the flick, but a few plot inconsistencies, and many of the geeks I know are treating it like it’s coated in Ebola monkey feces. Pooties on them! They don’t get that it’s a framing technique and that the real story is what’s important.

Ah well.

Moment of Zen –

In my young days I never
Tasted sorrow. I wanted
To become a famous poet.
I wanted to get ahead.
So I pretended to be sad.
Now I am old and have known
The depths of every sorrow,
And I am content to loaf
And enjoy the clear autumn.
– Hsin Ch’i Chi
(Translated by Kenneth Rexroth)

Hmmm – “Most L.A. theater productions get a standing ovation. Are we less discerning, more easygoing or just polite?” Most theatre I’ve gone to does this too…I was wondering if it was a politeness thing, too. I personally like to show appreciation to performers, and to respond to them.

Okie dokie… Going out to see Signs tonight. I hope it’s good! The 9:30 show…my least favorite time to catch a movie. I dig matinees, and midnight movies the most.

Rotten tomatoes seems to like it. I hope that my brain stays wakeful enough to pull it off.

I’ve started thinking about Halloween. I think a nice lazy costume would be just putting on a toe-tag, and saying I’m a fresh cadaver. Or, if I want to put more effort into it…. I’d be a cute sailor moon.

Tomorrow’s Sunday Jazz brunch is on the boardwalk…. scheduled to be there are: George Tandy / Johnny Padilla / Cozy Michaels / Grits n’ Gravy / Cool Breeze with Astrid

I’ve never heard of any of ’em… but it’ll be nice to get up and have a little food, a little walk, and maybe discover an enjoyable artist that I’ve never listened to before.

keywords to my site today:

  • Yahoo little chocolate donuts
  • sleestak!

  • Google serbia amputees
  • Yahoo morbid livejournal icons
  • Google flip your eye lids
  • Yahoo sleestak pictures

It’s not smoking you have to worry about…

…it’s the ashtrays.

As we all know, smoking is really bad for your health. What a lot of people don’t realize is that when you smoke, those few minutes of your expected lifespan are literally transformed into the ash you flick away into an ashtray. Ashtrays, each and every one of them, are constructed by a single group running several dozen front companies.

Basically, unless you’re putting out your smokes beneath your heel or in the ashtray your kid made at camp, you’re dispensing your ashen life into this group’s eager little receptacle. Their ashtrays absorb the life force from the ashes and sends it to a central holding facility. No one knows for sure what these guys are going to do when they’ve collected all that life energy, but it’s probably going to be huge.

Incidentally, there’s talk of a rival organization leading the anti-smoking political agenda from behind the scenes. They probably figure removing smoking sections, and thus ashtrays, from restaurants and bars is a good first step towards thwarting whatever it is this ashtray company is trying to do.

Well, Laundry is done!

I woke and slept in staggering shifts all night and part of the morning. I only remember a fragment of a dream…I was sitting indian-style on the floor at work, because my pants were ripped for some reason.

My brother was going to pawn his Ps2 to cover old debts…I told him I’d lend him whatever money he needed…he told me to hang onto his playstation as incentive for him to pay him back… I told him ok, but that if he really wanted it back, he could come and get it. Meantime, I have a playstation in the house. Kind of nifty to have a DVD player that’s not attached to a hard drive. (I give him three days before he’s bored out of his gourd, and wants it back. ;))

Games are – Spiderman, GTA3, a surfing game, a racecar game, a football game, a soccer game, motocross, and skateboarding.

I’m enjoying Spidey… Bruce Campbell does the tutorial and narrator voice-overs, and it’s pretty fun…. but I think that I’ll be taking a nap soon, to try to recover my electrical charge, and remove this little headache-seed that’s beginning to bloom.

The Premo’s subs by the Laundromat makes a fantastic veggie sub! Big and filling! *pats tummy* Fountain Root beer, and a choc-chip cookie for dessert. I’m set for a while.

Two years ago today, they implemented interests on LJ… I’m still disappointed that they limit them to 150 now.

Thick, hard rain just came out of *nowhere* that’s my bedtime cue. seeya, dear journal!

Telemarketers that call at 8:20 on Saturday morning have a special place in Hades reserved for them.

No, I don’t want the Miami Herald. The paper sucks, and if I wanted it, I could read a non-ink-messy version online for free. No, I don’t care that it’s a special deal.

At least I have the little three tone autodialer wave file on my answering service now. (thanks, rgladiator !)

Art Conspiracy is Nice! They allow for many types of galleries, and is easily used, including an internal journal and comment system. If I didn’t already have LJ, I’d consider using that as a base of operations.

Steve Mcqueen, where are you now that we need you?

Guess who can’t sleep. Brain tired, body wide awake.

strange black blobs

“CAMDEN, New Jersey (AP) — There’s something strange underfoot in Camden. Black blobs polka-dotting the streets and sidewalks of the Waterfront South area have some residents fearful for their health and worried the blobs might signal the end of their neighborhood.”

Well, now we know how many blobs it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

Notice the incredible power of denial when faced with the inexplicable:

“Some neighbors tell Sanders she’s paranoid, that there’s a simple explanation for the stuff. Perhaps, they say, it was just chewing gum. “

Uh huh. Chewing gum that starts out oily and 6 inches across before drying into smaller waxy spots about the size of a half-dollar. That doesn’t sound like Juicy Fruit.

And where is the other standard feature of the Fortean occurrence?

“Bob Lentine, assistant commissioner of the county health department, said he thinks the stuff might be industrial pollutants or fuel discharge from the jets that fly directly overhead from nearby Philadelphia. In any case, it’s probably nothing to worry about, he said.”

Yessiree, we don’t know what the heck it is, but it’s probably harmless.

Nothing to see here, everyone go home.

So sleepy! Not really into writing much today… fox hidden camera was mediocre tonight… not as much dark humor, just tricky situations.

I don’t know what knocked me out, but it’s something. I imagine I’ll be up after having a two hour sleep. We’ll see how it goes… more old west reading before bed… nice time with the sweetie, a quiet night at home making naughty jokes and awwing at animals on tv.

Nighters for now, dear journal.

but first, a moment of Baron von Bludd.

I like the term “greenhorn”. Greenhorn cannibal warrior of vengeance… now that’s something.

Ahhh… lovely fortune cookie today.

“Your lover will never wish to leave.”
lucky numbers 12,14,16,23,25,31
Learn Chinese – Happy Birthday = Shreng-ri kuai-le

Pet psychic was adorable tonight… pug, llama, kitties, parrot…a load of AwwWw!

Holy moley! That’s keen! A real walker, with actual industrial use! I want one to cruise around town in!

Man found dead, confirmed by family, calls home next day.

Police try everything to stop a raving lunatic, everything short of actually shooting him seems to be ineffective

Monks physically fighting over the placement of a chair.

Been reading about Liver Eatin’ Johnson…Standing 6’2″ in his stocking feet and weighing nearly 250 pounds, he was a mountain man among mountain men, one of the toughest customers on the western frontier. One morning in 1847, he returned to his Rocky Mountain trapper’s cabin to find the remains of his Indian wife and her unborn child, who had been killed by Crow Indians. The discovery made Johnson vow vengeance on the entire Crow nation, and tracking its warriors singly and in groups, he killed 300 of them, scalped them, and ate their livers. Much of the world now knows mountain man John Johnson as Robert Redford in the movie Jeremiah Johnson. The real Johnson was a far cry from the Redford version, but an amazing person.

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