California lying in state

A few nights ago I met with friends in town.  The street people were thick near the coffee shop.  Drawn there because of the free wifi.  An enterprising fellow concocted a believable enough tale of woe.  I would have got up and walked away had it not been for the frail walking dead dog he had on a leash.  I offered to buy his dog food.  I bought food for the man as well.  The longer he stuck around the layers of his story peeled back enough to expose the con artist.   The conversation turned into what are good reasons to kill a person. The two cons and their sickly dog got up and left as the convo developed.  It was interesting how the mass conscience of the group were all feeling an urge to kill while in their presence.  When a group of people start to pick at the threads of civilisation and it starts to unravel.  They are going to be overrun by the mending process.  When street people have to contend with silly rules they devise and chaos ensues.  They shouldn't be surprised by the results.   It could have been the moon that was pulling out those blood thirsty primitive urges.  It could have been the mood set by the cons.  The undeniable reality is the feeling that overcame us was real.  The older members in the group left before the dark tone swept over that area.

Here's something you should try at home

Yummmmm

Bat Boy tries to clear up some confusion

The harmonic convergence is actually the harmonica convergence.  When all the letters of the American alphabet are played on corresponding harmonicas simultaneously. Jesus will come back to Riverside County and play his banjo.

Batboy comes out of retirement to share this exclusive story

I think it has become too obvious to ignore. The fact that all the press passes in existence have been given to idiots.  That is the sole criteria necessary to obtain one.

The chosen

They want to build up the people who didn't make it so they will try again next time.  I know what he did wasn't easy. I know only 5 people in the room knew the truth. As the conversation focused on the people who didnt make it. I waited thinking someone would have mentioned what really happened.  They didn't.  The subject got changed.  The people who needed encouragement got it.  That is how that stuff works.  I saw it as typical behavior.  I think it reminded me of how many times I've not gotten noticed for something I've done that I thought was amazing.  I noticed people are chosen to be elevated above other people.  It is a game.  A true nature of humans.

Teachers a dreadful species

Why do some teacher think they are above question?  A generalization about teachers I've noticed to be mostly true.  I have found them disappointing to deal with in the real world.  Yesterday after having to contend with an excessively disagreeble teacher, my anguish subsided when the next customer was enjoyable and fun.  She was a lunch lady.  --her words--   I'm not sure what coronation ceremony takes place that crowns teachers as royalty. I'm sure it is some sort of psychosis, waiting to be labelled.  Whatever it is it must be a horrible affliction to have to create scenerios to roll play as a Royal forced to walk amongst peasents.

Dusty

Target bullseyes? Bullcrap more like it.

I wont be shopping at Target in Hemet anymore.  They allow panhandlers to harasss customers in their parking lot.  The business approach seems to be if the panhandlers can shake down enough little old ladies, they will come in and purchase merchandise rather than shoplift.  I watched a panhandler curl up and hug his knees while itching and scratching his shoulders forearms and elbows.  In deseperate need of drug rehab or a fix .  Target has created an attractive nuisance in their parking lot making that parking lot dangerous territory.

Bizzarre Accident

If we are going to do this let's do this...

I went to the Mall recently.  I was surprised that department stores still separate clothing.  Men's women's boy's girl's.  I was also surprised that shirts were hung separate from pants.  Neckties, socks, underwear and bras all had separate and distinct display areas.  I look forward to the day I walk into a large department store and everything is chaotically strewn, or heaped in mixed piles around the floor.  It's kinda insulting that department stores assume their customers are idiots and can't tell the difference between a pair of socks and t-shirts.  Corporations shouldn't be allowed to play on our emotions, and create impulse buys.  If a customer is looking for a dress they can tell the difference between that and a pair of men's slacks.  They are preventing humans from the curiosity that comes with discovery.  We should be able to root around a dig through piles of merchandise to find what we want, not some featured item of the week.  Customers shouldn't be led by faddish dictates set up by fashion designers.

The Census Bureau sent out a census test

So I get this census bureau notice that says I have to complete this test.  It states in bold lettering:

                     Your response to the U.S. Census Bureau

                                   is required by law 

I got an id code that I entered on the website and answered a series of detailed questions.
The one that has me stumped is ethnicity.  I have to give details of  ancestral country of origin.   I've never had to give so much information on a census form before.


This is a test, this is only a test.   ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (the last few ha ha's slowed down to a deep drawn out stop)