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Springtime

Spring this year arrives with a full moon.

Full Moon on the Equinox

It's Spring in about an hour or two so I'm glad for that. That bill for heat gets bigger each year and now that I solved my heater board issues this year, that I neer knew I even had, the heat was comfee all Winter. But it must have been more gas because it would stay on for a very long time.

The arranigment with the heater is such that the ducting is right behind it and when it woudl get to the end of the cycle the shuttin goff of the fan would result in a collapse of the presure in the ducts and a giant thump. I considered what to do. I'd purchased, some years back, a pie plate that is considered 'stick free' but I don't use it. I guess I could use it and I thought 'what if I just take this 6 dollar item and wedge it between the duct work behind it and the furnace in front of it? and I did just to see how it would effect the dynamics of the ducting at the point of collapse of presure due to the end of the fan cycle. And thus it occured that at the end of the fan cycle the fan would shut off, and the presure would collapse but the metal of it all would not got 'thunk'. Big thunk, not a 'BOOM' is no longer an habbening in my house everytime the furnace cycles off. No need for any expensive visit, but instead just a six dollar pie pan.

I do a very lot of writing these days and sometimes exhuberently post it but . . . I take more of it, maybe 95 % or more of what I write and I just save it aside, not even posting it here, which might be called 'faming' or flameing? or fragging or ? fame lagging? dragging? Hagging? Fag hagging?

Some times we make heroes of people in the news and it's better to not dothat in a fawning way that is very obviously rediculous and maybe a kind of compulsion for the joy and happiness of others, perhaps that is inappropriate in some people's eyes. That whole argument of 'but that is jsut who I am' doesn't hold water because no one wants unwanted affection. No one wants it never and always not. So there is that.

I've made those kinds of mistakes before and tried to understand my own issues, to work through them, and any sharing of fondness for others that you don't really kjnow is rather unseemly. And unless you are really in the business of promotin or public relations, or perhaps politics, you really often just keep your secret political or commercial or dude-crushes of others, that aren't really . . . .sexual persey but . . . . you might start to see it that way when you are feeling lonely and afraid, the cold has you. The gas needle has dropped. you think about having to leave the electric heater on over night because the furnace isnt really working these days that well waiting for parts, a blower motor, there is ice along the edge of the wall where the steam had hit it that you blew from the 30 dollar steamer you got for free on the sidewalk walking home from the bank. You start to novelize the portions of your day.

An people? who you care about? Do you worry when they never call? All alone in the darkness of the house after the power goes out you get vistied by 3 ghosts saying 'you are thus visited and . . . plot to be summorized later we already read this one, moving on. Any one ? Anyone pay me for writing this kind of crap? I'll hire an editor. he'll be a nephew or a cousin, but so what, he's going to be my heir so I might as well and he'll end up owning all of it so leave me alone . . .

He huddles there in his blanket shivering in teh cold. Ah, if only the heat would kick on, but I'll need some power.

Some time in the night the power came back on. The part arrived in the morning. He fixed his furnace that day, and it worked better after that.

Having given up 'pie' for the most part, except as a rare and occasional thing, he had no problem using the rather expensive pie plate to stop the pressure collapse problem of his duct work.

Seroiusly though, if anyone would pay me for this kind of writing I'd even edit it and correct the most eggrigious of the mispellings.

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord

for his unfailing love!

Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?

And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.

And a New Brunswick sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards a distant galaxy of light.

 I'm sorry
 for letting myself
 draw out my
 rightgously indignant
 'how absolutely dare, you sir' inner
 trucculence
 absolutism.
 

An old proverb:

 
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   Lord       Lord       Lord!
  for    because    
 Easter  He's so awesome! 
  welcome to The Message Column!

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 She said the
 sing song singing
 is theres
 as she
 stood there at the 
 top of the stairs
 and acting like they don't care
 because she tells you know who they are
 she's an important star
 but that isn't going to get her that far
 at least all the way to her car
 

In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

This column lives outside of the bubble of so-called social media, though the author does, at times, end up at various pages of the corporate mindsuck. Pages like famous politician, or famous actor. But the last year or so the hwole thing is political. And there are refugees on the INternet who used to be very vocal, on like facebook, which is a zombie husk that no one uses but you can't delete it so they still consider it there porperty. Try to turn off their tracking. You are a commodity tot hem. I think we should have shuttle, in urban areas, that transport cellphones around all day long so that no one can be tagged to any particular phone. Just make them all communical, have a list of numbers. teh phone it self is a throw away. If you need to use a phone somoene whill have tossed one, when they were done with it. If it needs a charge?

My point is that the social media is designed to track and to tag, and to find subjects for saffari hunters (the leftist social justice warriors) to go and 'take down' the big game prey of a vocal citizen who isn't a Social cuck of the cucktocracy (some call it a cabal, I call it tasteless and vicious false decorum of mean leftists.)

But here I am out side of that bubble. I never joined it. I think I could find my slash dot id and password from 2002, though I doubt it works anymore. I paid for the website hosting thing, but that's mostly useless. just really hard to deal with it. very expensive for next to no value. I'm thinking of just forgetting to renew the domain names, who cares, no one goes to them.

But these pages still exist here. So you can find me here, if you know who I am and were this is. You could even freak me out and send me an email if you could figure out what my email adress is, it hasn't changed in almost 20 years . . . so . . .

Jan 17, 2019


Tell us
how
you really feel

a running headline:

Trump continues to win bigly!

why is philadelphia calling
all the failure, all the pain
the people who were better forgotten
and I don't remember their names?

what reason to reach for a memory
something imagined and soon gone?
to linger in the sad facts of that decay
that went on for far too long (lawn?)

what reason to save a file
in which it would be stored a poem?
knowing that no one will read it
when they find you at home alone?

蠱 work on what has been spoiled

A new year and I'm still stuck in an antique and hunkered in mindset, not believeing in the so-called job markets, and feeling off-to-the-side. No matter. I'm surviving.

January 17, 2019

I speak
but there is no one there.
I know that there is no one there.
I'm not really talking to myself
but I know that I'm not talking to anybody else.

  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.