....now all they need is Creature From The Black Lagoon, Jekyll/Hyde, 50-Foot Woman, and Shrinking Man, and...hmm, guess they'll just start over.
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There, between that, and what's cross-linked in the tags below, I think that nails the goal I set in my feverish fist-shaking rambling toward the end of part 7 of "slogans".
Jeez, I haven't done one of these in awhile it's starting to get difficult...
Family?
Eh...I love 'em, and they're a positive reason for living...but...they do give me nightmares, what with fretting about them and all...so, I can't really put 'em in the category designation.
Technicality see....
Tch, it can be a painful thing to love someone....
Dames?
...eh, that whole situation has never worked out so great...and it's caused me..well, not quite nightmares, but unpleasant dreams, where it's like normal life, except everything goes to shit, except, it's exactly like how things go to shit in real life, and...well, yeah...
Um....porno??
Oh hell no, I've seen some shit that gave me nightmares....
Well, fuck, this is really tricky....
Ummm...did I mention the Lindor truffles?
Yeah?
Shit....
Um....
Ah! Got it!
The Romero Dead movies!!
Yeah, those are beautiful, there's a reason to live.
Good old Romero.
Oboy! There's a sixth one coming! Hooray!
Well, see, I gotta keep living to see that one, if nothing else.
Okay, last we left off, I was waiting on the hobo knife...
Well, it has arrived, and I'm up to 12 thingies now.
12?
Yes, 12, yesee....
Had this knockoff Leatherman lying around for oh, over 10 years now.
That's not exactly like mine; mine has black handles, and the file is also a ruler, and a fish scaler.
But, that's as close as I could get, all the other Leatherman products are all fancy-shmancy looking for the new decade, and have a trillion more attachments.
Okay, back to the hobo knife.
It's excellent, everything I wanted.
Has all the utensils, plus one little bonus not shown, or described in the Amazon page.
A little metal stick thingy, that I'm certain either is a window breaker, or can be used for one.
Y'know, for if/when one crashes their car into a lake, they can pop the window, and get out.
If it's not a window breaker, I don't know what else it could be....
A toothpick?
A corn cob spear?
I'm going with window breaker.
Anyway, this is excellent, because I was gonna get a whole separate security gadget for 25 bucks just for the window breaker, and eschew the other crap on it.
Another pleasant surprise, the corkscrew can hit the reset button on the Dingoo!
See, you can see in the pic...
....that the goddamned reset button is inside one of those little pinhole things.
I have some pins lying around jabbed into an eraser for just such an emergency, but I can't be lugging little pins around, I was gonna get a safety pin or something.
The Dingoo locks up once in a blue moon, but if that ever happened while I was out, I'd be fucked, it would be stuck, frozen, and on, and using up the battery.
Not good.
Well, I have the solution now, so, sweet.
I'll probably never have to screw an actual cork, so now the corkscrew has an actual function now!
Thirdly, the hobo knife came in a pouch with a belt loop on it, so, I said "what the hell..", and strapped it onto the belt of the waist pack.
Then, I looked at the Leatherman, and that had a flap in the back of it's pouch that could work as a belt loop, so I threaded that sucker on too.
So, that's why that got added.
So, that saves room in the belt pack pouch, and lets me get more stuff in.
BUT...I don't really need the microscope...not like I'm a wilderness biologist or something...and I don't need the pocket knife, what with the Leatherman, and Hobo-knife, and I don't need the Sansa if I take the Dingoo, cuz that's got all my MP3s too, and can plug into the tape adapter too, so....the kit I'd actually take is more like this....
I can juggle things around more as I figure out what I really need, but that's the core to start with.
Also, I finally gave in, and threw the pointer/flashlight, and remote onto my keys.
Gonna need those too, so, why not?
So....I think I'm all geared up now.
Everything I can think of that'd be handy, anyway.
Now I just need places to go, and things to do....
But, keep in mind my reasons for liking him were thinking his wrestling commentary in the late 80's was funny, and that he kicked ass in "Predator".
Not exactly a deep crevice of disillusionment to fall into.
Anyway, the reason he sucks now, is his new show "conspiracy theory".
Well, if you've managed not to read my rant "The Batshit Files", here it is yet again for what I think of conspiracy theories, and those who shovel them.
I dunno how long the show's been on, but I finally stumbled onto an episode a couple days ago while flipping channels.
Sure enough, jumping in with both feet with fucking 9/11 conspiracies.
Atrocious.
Only caught the end, but it was repulsive enough.
Saying so-and-so SWEARS he dug the black boxes of the planes out of the rubble, and that the black boxes will show that the hijackers had control of the planes before they took off, and that this will show it was an inside job.
Then, it wrapped up with Ventura barking at the camera "I've read the 9/11 report!! WHERE is the mention of those black boxes!?!? WHERE is the mention of the thermite DR. so-and-so says he found?!?! WHERE are the black boxes?!?!?!".
Um, no, you pea-brained invertebrate, that's MY line as a skeptic.
Where ARE the fucking black boxes?
Until then, you've got bullshit someone fucking made the fuck up.
And see, a generation of yahoos will be poisoned by this shit, and who knows how much this will set humanity back, and for what???
For Jesse to make a quick fucking buck.
It doesn't get more destructively and nihilistically cynical than that.
You're dead to me, Ventura.
Course, if what you're doing isn't going to make you lose sleep, I'm certain my scorn in my little corner of cyberspace won't.
But, I can pass along what a cynical charlatan you are at least.
And a pigfucker.
Lindor truffles!!!!
Thanks for turning me on to these, Sharon. :D
Straciatella is my favorite.
Holy SHIT are they good!!
Every single one is a mouth-gasm.
Forget the prissy name, they're just "cookies n' creme", just remember the light blue bag, and you're golden.
Outside is cookies n' creme, inside is this butter flavored center, ohhhh *gurgle, drool*.
Next favorite are these babies...
Peeeaanut buuutterrr....*drool, gurgle, gurgle*
After these, you'll spit Reese's out as poison you will!!
Third favorite, good old plain.
The quality of that chocolate, and the mouth-feel of those centers,...ohhh.
And you can get the plain anywhere.
Drug stores, liquor stores, everywhere.
And speaking of that, my local grocery store just added Straciatella, so, you ain't gotta make a run to the Lindt store for 'em anymore.
I mean, if out in my boonies we have 'em, they gotta be at every grocery store.
Peanut butter too.
They do a lame job of advertising just how fucking GOOD these are!!
They ramble on about tradition this, and Swiss that, but, not that they're so fucking GOOD!!!
So, I'll do it here.
Lindt, they're better than Cadbury.
That's right, you heard me.
Cadbury is better than Hershey, and Lindt is better than Cadbury.
That's how fucking good.
Russell Stover?
Garbage.
Spit it out.
Peppermint patty?
Spit it out.
Peppermint Lindt!!!
Well, up to 10 thingies now... Got me a lovely choke chain....
....both for self defense, and nostalgia.
Had one as a kid, y'know, for dangerous fun.
Literally a link to the past, heh, heh.
Don't worry, I never hurt anyone, I was skilled.
But, for adult life, y'never know when you might need to whip a mugger in various tender areas.
Better to have it, and not need it, then need it, and and not have it.
Sense of security for 6 bucks, ya can't beat that.
Got around to getting me that belt pack I was gonna, so now all this junk really is a utility belt of sorts.
It's just roomy enough, I can ad this notepad and pen that've been lying around to the kit.
Took that pic myself, that's why it's blurry faded crud. :P
Originally, my kit was just gonna be that pad, and the Sansa, but all the other toys gradually caught my eye, and the project grew.
One more little thing I need to be fully equipped.
A friend suggested for possible self defense, but, peppering someone in real life isn't as fun and breezy as when you're playing BurgerTime.
They start rolling on the ground cursing, and their asshole friend cradles them, and starts screaming "what the hell is WRONG with you???", and some well toned tennis yuppie hops out of his Bimmer, gets himself involved, and starts barking "where do you think YOU'RE going, asshole??", while shoving your shoulder, so you have to pepper both of them, and then women start screaming, so you have to pepper them, then their baby, and it just escalates, until you have to pepper the cops, and then the army, and look at the size of that shaker, there just isn't enough.
Well, I guess that's what the chain would be for.
Still....
Oh, fine, what dismantling of Christianity would be complete without acknowledging the Lex Luthor of it's science fiction myth?
Well, my stance on this character should be clear by now, as I said in "The Batshit files", there's no fucking Devil.
And that I'm sure there's no fucking Devil should be implicit in that I'm sure there's no fucking Hell.
But, others disagree, and some of those who do, in rebelling against Christianity's bullshit, go running to this imaginary creature for comfort, like the dopey chick from "Twilight", to a moody vampire.
In my mainline religion rants, I studiously avoided this codswallop as beneath regard, but, I'm haunted by discussions I had with teenage nitwits in my early days on the net, so, I was compelled just now, other junk being off my plate, to address this mess.
Well, short and sweet of it, Satan-oids, your beliefs are bullshit.
Sorry, I respect you too much as fellow creatures on this big blue marble to not to say so.
The alternative, is lies, or silence, and if you want silence, don't read this blog in the first place.
Okay, I'll give the fucker this, he had a nifty supervillain look going on.
The rest of his shtick, horseshit.
Some claim he was an atheist, but no atheist I recognize or respect buys into the whole magic package, and he believed in magic.
Guy sincerely thought he caused Jayne Mansfield's death with a curse meant for her boyfriend.
Unless he was yanking chains, that's superstition to me.
Others have said, if you sift out the mystical/ritualistic BS, he gave a nifty code to live by.
Bullshit.
Here's the 9 Satanic statements.
1. Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence!
2. Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams!
3. Satan represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit!
4. Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates!
5. Satan represents vengeance instead of turning the other cheek!
6. Satan represents responsibility to the responsible instead of concern for psychic vampires!
7. Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all!
8. Satan represents all of the so-called sins, as they all lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification!
9. Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years!
Okay, 4 is pretty snitty, 5 depending how interpreted is just plain ugly, and infantile, 7 is more of that fatalistic shit the Republicans/Christians love to shovel, and 1, 2, 3, and 8 are just rationalizations (as if any are needed) for epicurean hedonism.
And 9 is just a cute observation that makes for a nifty bumper sticker.
So, there you go, you want to be a Randroid, be a Randroid, go right to the source, don't waste time reading some hypocritical pseudo-wizard's nihilistic blubberings.
You want to be a hedonist, hey, make Bluto from "Animal House", your icon, and stock up on Rolling Rock, and Mallomars.
And if you want to be a pissy lemon-pussed revenge driven perpetual adolescent....go fuck yourself.
*Shrug*
But hip pseudo-philosophies centered around the boogeyman of a dried up desert religion?
Come on, folks.
Grow up.
We've got the 2010's to build here.
Get with it.
Come on, chop-chop.
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