I’ve sunned myself and I can’t get up!

More on that later, but now.....

.....I challenge
YOU
I challenge you all
for all you own and all you know
to a game of
-> A N K O M A K O <-
This game is most astonishingly deceptively easily played
but it requires a mind of great suppleness and
vast agility.
Oh, beneath the game you’ll notice that, as of this date, moi ‘tis #1.

October 3rd, 2009
I had a video here that explained the joke of "I challenge you
I challenge you all for all you own and all you know" but YouTube done hast pulled it.

Coming Soon: Getting the last chomp in on Chomsky

Heart Disease: The leading cause of death

WE’RE #1
WE’RE #1
WE’RE #1

USA DNA USA DNA USA DNA!!!

Well, as many of you know moi had a massive heart attack and quintuple bypass surgeries during March '08; nothin’ more on that now, just a reminder to get those flax seed capsules.

The main concept that moi shall now attempt to eruditely pontificate upon is – misunderstandings.

Firstly, why hasn’t your comment appeared here?
Well, I approve VERY few comments, favorable or imbecilic.
I mean, “Nice blog,” “Stupid blog,” “Wish you was dead,” “You’re a genius,” “You’re retarded” and most comments will not get approved unless you have an amazingly erotically arousing pic; so far there has been one such profile photo.
A number of times comments of vast verbosity have not been approved.
I’ll approve one if it makes me laugh or ponder a reply.

Here are the last approved two, one in red – one in blue, that caused moi to think and moi’s replies.

I have another blog where I post a lot of quantum physic videos and people respond with “too mystical,” “not real science,” etc. Seems one can't win when going over the herd's head.

That blog comment caused moi to think of my quote “A genius is not only vastly more smarty-panted than the rest of humanity but also beyond what they can, at times, readily understand.” The finest example, that moi knows, of this is Einstein’s Cosmological Constant.

Secondly,

Oddly enough -- or perhaps not -- you and I share unqualified disdain for the exercise in civic hypocrisy and cynical self-subsidy called the "war on drugs." I've found much else in your blog that is diverting, provocative, and just plain interesting.

Please accept my best wishes for your post-bypass well-being.

Interesting mechanism, the human heart. Even more amazing is the brain capable of devising such sophisticated treatment as multiple-bypass surgery.*

This makes at least some of us wonder how, in a universe prone to entropy,** such sophisticated biological machinery could simply organize itself, let alone attain this infinitely*** puzzling quality called self-awareness....

Take it FWIW. We can at least agree that the war on drugs is a pile of something that's passed through the digestive tract of a male bovine.

*Just plumbing
** Entropy is in a fledgling, nay, an egg cracking state. It will be at least 133 trillion (Give or take a few hundred-billion according to moi’s model) years before entropy is the primary state.
*** The infinite can not exist in our universe and nothing from our universe will be if not part of our universe and how random chance did it was one bit (voz, string, quark, electron, atom, molecule, tinker toy) of stuff, then another, then another. Well, really, probably gazillions at any given time and a few ‘stuck’.

The truest words of The Bible are “All is vanity” and no visual experience, that moi knows of, more adroitly points to the meaninglessness of our existence better than this Charles Chaplin “City Lights” (deleted from the movie) scene.



I’ve oft times noted that most of society will avert its eyes if it feels that a homeless person is looking at them BUT will intently watch the pointlessness of the hobo’s life, with either vast interest OR intense hatred showing from their eyes, when in juxtaposition with the vanity of normalcy. I believe this is why Chaplin didn’t include this brilliantly constructed bit in his film, it was just TOO REAL for mass-consumption and Chaplin DID, unlike moi, enjoy the masses.

Do you know the story in your eyes?
No, but hum a few bars and moi’ll fake it.
If moi ‘twere to cover this song moi’d hav-ta alter a few words,
Fortune to Lifetime –
We’re Really Not To Blame to
We’re Really Just A Flame –
Love to Hole –
It's Been Shining Down Upon Me Now I Realize to
It’s Been Feeding On Our Future History’s Lies –
Can to Can’t –
But I’m Fighthened For Your Children to
There’s Been No Fright For The Unborn –
That to For –
May to Will –
I Can Hide Inside Your Sweet Sweet Love Forevermore to
I’ll Cease Being, Just Like Before Birth, Now Nevermore



Did you under, over or misunderstand that?

Speakin’ of Famous Iconoclasts [What?], here’s a post, by frogleshmee, for a JamesRandiFoundation YouTube video concerning dowsing

“I dnt know if this is the same thing but i was watching a waterworks guy find an old pipe that wasnt in his pipework map. he went into his van and got two rods he walked with the rods untill they crossed and found the pipe under his feet. he said ''dnt ask how it works it just does'”.

Now, my reply to that went something like this.....

'Well, Frogleshmee, It could be that you are someone whose honest opnion the Mind Manipulators really want soooooooooo they simply had a water pipe expert “Say” he didn’t know where the pipe was then he did some hocus pocus and voila...a true believer, who “Saw” the magic with their own eyes, is created.'

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, the JamesRandiFoundation deleted moi’s comment.

Hummmmmmmmmm, makes ya kind-a think that anytime such a foundation is establishised the people hired to be the frontline (e.g., door-persons, receptionists, moderators, etc) are mostly (As many as They can get hired/volunteered - 100% if possible) agents for the Religious Authority (a.k.a. Voodoo Masters) and some people, as James Randi, are amazingly easily lead about by their, properly stroked, egos.

Heck, Yurri Geller is a con-artist, perhaps he’s even conned himself, BUT what does this make Randi and company?

Oh yeah, got an E reply from Chomsky in which he stated that he couldn’t spare one minute eleven seconds to watch a vid soooooooo I asked if that ONLY applied to “...videos not approved be the Jesuits?” As of this posting, Prof. Chomsky ain’t answered that question OR DID HE?!?!?!

Silence is telling, telling; it sure CAN be.

And a special nod to the unselfish, highly intelligent, supremely wise people who’ve chosen to remain Child Free orrrrrrrrrrrrrr
future corpse-less as the facts are and shall be.
Life is an awful game with no losers, no winners, only one big tie in oblivion.
For a baby shower the one gift that will be used in the being’s life is a funeral gift certificate.

I sunned myself and I can’t get up!
That happened, if only most briefly, this day [7-06-09] at WalMart. I was waiting for the bus and used a large bottle of Equate mouthwash as a pillow (Most groovily cool [literally] on a hot metal bench), stretched out, feet elevated on the shoppin’ cart, and no one nowhere under our sun had a more relaxing thermonuclear radiation absorption than moi this day. It brought back memories of an ancient song.

Of course, if’in moi ‘twere to cover this number moi’d hav-ta change the line “...and I’ve got nobody who can comfort me” to
“your real enemy is your insanity.”


As I lay upon the bench someone said “The bus is coming” and my honest reply was “Oh heck.” That’s how amazingly relaxing ‘that’ time was.

Oh yeah, I’d also change the ‘monkey’ line to
“Just an old monkey, that’s all there is to me.”

Remember, keep looking up and eventually, probably, you’ll get a bird turd in the eye BUT never anything more magical than that. However if you REALLY think about a bird turd, it’s pretty dang magical

(For sure if’in you can CHILL enough)

[Like the coolest thing in the universe, baby-o. You see, it’s all JUST dealerless card tricks]

AND unlike many thingys, some humans are waiting to appear from on high or below or about, a bird turd IS real.
Our fellow humans who try so desperately to make meaninglessness have meaning will never find-out, they shall not learn, they will NEVER know the true beauty betwixt the baseness. However we’d all be, some only then, absolutely remarkable when just above absolute zero.

You Fans know moi's "The Da Vinci Code" parody soooooooo moi shall post moi’s latest.


Oh yeah, here’s a life lesson well worth listening to, youngins.
When the film is 99.99% over, and it’s too late to ask for a refund, Eric Idle will sing that “...life’s a piece of shit.”
However, when the play has not yet opened, and there are still tickets to be sold, Mr. Idle will sing “...life’s a gift.”
That’s the way you should do it, if you’re going to do that, too.
Mr. Idle sang such, most recently, on The Late Late Show. Mr. Ferguson recently proclaimed himself to be an "Iconoclast;" that statement must be the most blatantly bizarre utterance ever issued forth with a Scottish, or any other, accent. Oh, Mr. Ferguson, must have simply confused ‘iconoclast’ with another description, such as '___-____' oooorrrrr ‘____ ______ _____’ oooorrrrr '____'.

I do hope that the drink had a high alcoholic content for if’in not such a ritual would be an incredibly effective means for various illnesses to spread, regardless of your outward appearance, for viruses do not think that they are too good to associate with anyone.

Once again kudos to those that have nobly chosen to not reproduce thus savin’ the unborn from the agonizingly anguish filled salute to entropy that life is and to those who have...that’s something to do. The next bit of film sums the summing of sums to the summit of unbiased observation most adroitly betwixt 04:12 and 04:17 and has a most, deceptively, cute clip ending.


Stay on groovin’
(Watch-out for cars, 747s, comets, peanut butter cookies and squirrels)
safari,
Tor

P.S. I would change some words/lines in this song too, before coverin’ it, but you’ll never know which ones.