A Little Whine and Cheese

Does anyone mind If I whine a little? Too Bad here goes. I just finished fixing dinner for Debbie and her Brother. Now I have to clean up the dishes and the stove and then feed the cat and then I can sit down and eat. I really don't know what I'm trying to say except that my back hurts and I am tired of always being the one that has to do everything. I need a vacation. But that ain't going to happen.

Spaced out in the Final Frontier.

I've decided to try and make at least one entry a day on this blog. It seems to be therapeutic for me. I Don't really have any one to talk to about my problems. My wife has too many of her own and my sisters, well that's another story. Oh Jesus H Christ I can't even write on my blog in peace because the two of them are bickering back and forth like a couple of children. I'm speaking about Debbie and her Brother. The two of them together drive me crazy with their bickering and arguing.

Last night I was going through some old papers and came across part of an old comedy skit that a Friend and I wrote in college. It was a spoof on Star Trek,
Mad magazine style. It was done for My video production class complete with special effects. The tape was lost long ago.

"Star Trash"
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Intro: Spaced out in the finale frontier. These are the hallucinations of the crew off the USS Intercourse. Its mercy mission to the planet Gonorrhea Seven, a planet plagued by the Herpes 2000 virus. Its cargo, a load of custom made Romulan condoms.

The Crew
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Captain: James T Squirt
First officer: Mr. Spook
Helmsman: Mr. Screwloose
Navigator: Ensign Checkout(He's never at his station there's
always a memo saying be right back)

Yeoman: Janis Hand (AKA Yeoman Blowman)
Engineer: James Montgomery Scroat(AKA Scroaty)
Medical Officer: Leotard McCoy(AKA "Buns")

I sure wish I still had a copy of the video. WE actually did a pretty good job with it. For warp drive we used a technique called "Video FeedBack" Queen used this in the ground breaking video for "Bohemian Rhapsody". The dialog was a bit X rated but at the time it was hilarious. I remember the opening line was something like This. (Scroaty's voice over intercom)

Mr Scroat: Captain, Scroat here. I'm afraid we'll have to divert a course around Uranus to avoid the Klingons.
Other lines like "Beam Me up Scotty were replaced with "Bag me up Scroaty"
and other such nonsense.
Weapons Like the Phaser were replace with The "Fizzer" (it never Worked, Just made a weazing sound). The Photon Torpedo became the "Protein Torpedo".

Other scenes included Yeoman Blowman answering the intercom in the Captains Quarters. Yeoman: (Swallowing sound) "Gulp" Captains Quarters.

Anyway it was a lot of fun and nonsense. Well I guess thats about all for now.

When it Rains it pours. Literally.

Well after a lomg long dry speel we are finally getting some much needed rain. In fact according to the doppler radar it looks as if we are about to get slammed. Radar shows a band of rain with a lot of orange and red and dark green that stretches from Monterey all the way to The Canadian Border.

In other news. My back is out again. I am having major muscle spasms and tremendous Sciatic nerve pain. Those of you who have experienced this know what I am talking about. I'd give it a 9 on a scale of 10 in the pain scale:(. To make matters worse I am having some major anxiety over a phone call I got on Friday from My new doctors office. I recently went for some comprhensive blood work that included liver function, PSA total(prostate), Lipid panals, Arthritis panals and a bucnh of other tests including bone density. Well the doctor told me that she would call "IF" there were any abnormalities with any of the tests. Well Friday after noon the nurse calls and says that they recieved all the results and that I need to come see the Doctor. No expalaination as to what might be the prblem. Just that I should come in asap. I asked if I could come right away and she told me that the doctor had left for the day and made me an appointment for Tueday as they are closed on Monday. What the fuck? why would they call a person and worry them all week end, nay all weekend and Monday. I keep imaging all sorts of things like cirrhosis of the liver since I already have Nonalcoholic fatty liver disease and that can cause Cirrhosis. Add that to the pain in my upper right abdomen and there goes my imagination. I am really hoping it was the arthritis panal that was abnormal, I think I could deal with that easier. I just lost two close friends. One to Prostate cancer and the other to Cirrhrosis. Any way I just wish that they would have waited till after the weekend to call. Almost seems as if they wanted to worry me. But then again I worry to much. I think I inherited the worry gene from my mom. She worried about everything.

Halloween was better than I expected last night considering that it rained for the first time in recent memory. We had about 20 trick-or-treaters by about 8'o'clock. The rain started about Dusk but it was only a light sprinkle till about 9 o'clock. Well thats about all for now.

What The Hell is In The Bag?

Little miss muffett,
Sat on a Tuffett, Smokin Some THC.
Long come a spider,
Slid down beside her, Said "What's In The Bag BITCH?

What is in the Bag? What more can Life throw at Me?
Will tomorrow be better or worse? Don't know. Just have to wait and see.

"The Pumphouse" Revisited.

If there are actually people out there that read this blog, some of you might remember my writing about one of the plays I was in in high school called "Charlies Aunt". This play had a character named "Lord Fancort Babberly" who was so fabulously Played by a guy Named Garry. Garry was a funny quick witted individual That always did well in school as far as I could see. In fact in junior high he appeared to be somewhat of a Nerd. But something happened over the summer between 9th and 10th grades. when we went back to school Garry had transformed into this long haired pot smoking Tie-dye wearing hippie. Some of the things Garry And I had in common were The fact that we were both in The Drama club and enjoyed doing plays and things like that and the facy that we both Liked to Get HIGH!. Garry had a group of friends that he always hung out with. One of these friends' Parents owned a house that had an early 20th century(or older) Three story Victorian pump house in the back yard. The third floor that used to hold the water tank back in the days of gravity fed plumbing became their club house. This is where they spent most of their free time during high school. According to one of them This probably saved their lives as it gave them a safe haven to experience what it meant to be a teenager in the early 70s.
They spent so much time there that they became known as "The Pump house Gang"

Well here's the point I have so ineptly been trying to make. The Last Time I saw Garry was about 32-33 Years ago. We shared a house briefly after high school and worked a summer or two at a local winery and then He went off to college. several weeks ago I joined "Facebook" When I chose a network one of the first things that came up was a list of "People You Might Know". Low and behold the first name and picture on the list was my old friend Garry. I put in a friends request and waited. Two days later I get a response saying that my request was excepted and sure enough there was Garry's email address and everything. Now after that many years I figured we would email back and forth a few times and that would probably be the end of it. Well as it turns out, he is living On St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. But get this, He writes me an email on or about Sept 10 saying that his daughter lives right here in Fairfield and not only that he will be here on Sept 24. So I email him my phone number and tell him to call when he is in town. Now after that many years one would think that the chances of someone you knew 33 years ago actually taking the time to call while they are in the area , well to make a long story short he called on the 25th in the AM and we met at a local Mountain Mikes Pizza and shared a pitcher of beer and a lot of memories. I really enjoyed seeing him again. Oh yea, He was a little surprised that I remembered that "Pumphouse gang" Thing and told me that he and the guys actually still have reunions and a web site. I went to the site and there on the home page was a photo of all these guys from my youth. Wow what a blast from the past that was. Kinda makes me feel old. anyway Here is the link Just because it is interesting
And To Garry, if you ever read this, Thank you for caring enough about an old friend to take the time. A lot of people say they will, But they Don't.

www.thepumphousegang.com

The Real "Wicked Witch Of The West"

The Wicked Witch of The West is alive and well and living in Fairfield Ca. I kid you not, she is really here and living in the apt. Above me. This woman has lived here for about three years. Now as far as neighbors go she is very quite. Does not play loud music or have parties. As some of you may know I feed the feral cats in the neighborhood. Most of them eat out in the bushes behind the apt. Building. There are two however that I have been feeding on my patio. Well The "Woman" upstairs claims that one of them comes up the stairs and lays on her door matt. I have no doubt that this has occurred but what the heck does it hurt? as soon as soon as she turns her door knob the cat runs away. She has tried to have animal control come and trap and uthenize them but they will only come if some one pays for the service. I had all six of them trapped and spay/nuetered and released a year ago by the feral cat society so they are not multiplying. Every one else here has no problem with them, infact most people like them. But this woman wishes they were Dead. She has also asked the management if they would cut down a tree that grows near the end of the building so the birds wont come near her apt. She has demended that I remove my humming bird feeder because she is afraid that the Humming birds will bite. And get this, she called the office yesterday complaing that there were squirrels in the trees in front of our building. God forbid that another creature might have a life.

Over the time she has been here she has heard me say that I hope she doesnt move because she is so quite. So every time she gets a wild hair somewhere or feels like being a bitch she threatens to move. Well this time she said "I'm Outa here" "I shouldn't have to worry about someone feeding cats" well I think this time she is really moving and ya know what ? I DON"T FRICKEN CARE. The weird thing about her is that it's not because she is allergic to animals or anything like that. It seems as if it just bothers her that they are "Alive" and she wants them "Dead" or would prefer if they just didn't exist at all. She even asked me one time if I knew how she could poisen the pidgeons , and they don't even come anywhere near her apt.

Gunsmoke Theme Song

I was feeling a little nostalgic today so I went hunting on You Tube for memories and boy did I find some. Here is just one that made me feel really good and really old at the same time. Here's an interesting bit of trivia. Before Gunsmoke was a television show it was a radio program. The part of Marshal Dillon was played by William Conrad.