Blah blah blah

Was blah blah blah the blah blah blah of blah blah blah??

I’m not sure. But I checked out blahblahblah.com to get their perspective. And just to double-check I checked out FactFindersBlahBlahBlah.com to make sure I could back up my blah-blah-blah with a crucial internet website!

Blah blah blah

Was blah blah blah the blah blah blah of blah blah blah??

I’m not sure. But I checked out blahblahblah.com to get their perspective. And just to double-check I checked out FactFindersBlahBlahBlah.com to make sure I could back up my blah-blah-blah with a crucial internet website!

Death

I love dreams and dreaming. Even my nightmares. Which I’ll often have. In my dreams I’ll often be dealing with these terrible and unsolvable problems.

Like last night in my dreams, I’m looking everywhere for my cellphone which I lost. I’m in a panic because all my photos and important information are on my cellphone.

Then I wake up. And the problem is instantly solved. Just like that. If only ALL of life’s problems were so easily solved.

Sometimes I think death will be like that. We wake up and all of our life’s problems are instantly solved.

Death

I love dreams and dreaming. Even my nightmares. Which I’ll often have. In my dreams I’ll often be dealing with these terrible and unsolvable problems.

Like last night in my dreams, I’m looking everywhere for my cellphone which I lost. I’m in a panic because all my photos and important information are on my cellphone.

Then I wake up. And the problem is instantly solved. Just like that. If only ALL of life’s problems were so easily solved.

Sometimes I think death will be like that. We wake up and all of our life’s problems are instantly solved.

Three rock stars

Three rock stars in one photo. Whattaya’ think?

Well. My opinion of one. Bruce — the “Boss” — was basically a dimwit (and I’m even from New Jersey).

Dylan? Certainly had some classic moments. An artist writer poet. But he’s been boring for decades now with his latest input (the last thing he did that I liked was his Christian rock stuff which seemed real like he was really striving to say something even though you could look at it as confused bullshit on another level).

Jagger? I liked “Satisfaction ” from the first moment that I heard it on my transistor radio in 1964. And he did a bunch of good stuff after that.

So there you go. Ace Backwords rock critic. Ha ha.

King for a day at Burger King

Its a good thing I’m not King and have no royal powers. Because I’d be tempted to execute people.

Like this morning. I haven’t had any solid food in a week because of my surgery. So I’ve developed this powerful appetite. Yesterday I found myself in the grips of a powerful lust for one of those Burger King Whoppers. I thought about it all last night. Woke up at 6 in the morning. Figured I’d have to wait until around ten when they switch from the breakfast menu to the lunch menu. The seconds are dragging on like eternities. . .

Finally the magic hour approacheth. I head out the door to Burger King, “home of the Whopper.” Unfortunately, the woman on line in front of me is taking FOREVER to order. She asks questions about EVERY item on the menu. Changes her mind FIVE times. FINALLY completes her order. I start to order my Whopper. The woman suddenly chimes in: “What?? I didn’t know you had switched from the breakfast to the lunch menu. Can I change my order to a lunch meal?” Goes through the whole ordering process all over again.

So then me and the lady are at the counter waiting for our orders. Our orders both come at the same time. “Excuse me,” I said. “Could I also get the cup of water I ordered?” But before the clerk could answer the woman chimes in: “Hey! Could I replace this drink I ordered with this other drink?” “Sure,” says the clerk. The clerk disappears off to the back room to points unknown. I’m left standing at the counter. Waterless.

I stomp off. Muttering Italian curses under my breath.

There’s a lot of debate about the death penalty, pro and con. Personally, I’m all for it.

A “cult artist” on the fringe of reality

I never wanted to be famous. Which I figured would be an awful experience. What I simply wanted was to be able to make a living off of my art and writing or some other creative endeavor. And I figured if I succeeded at that, “fame” would be an unwanted by-product of that process.

So in the end it worked out fine. I got away with spending several decades creating my art and writing and spewing it out to the public. And a small hand full of people appreciated it on some level and knew who I was. And I guess I ended up a “cult” artist. On the fringe of reality.