Never a Dull Moment

This is a test of the emergency blogger system. This is only a test.

The intent of this blog.

In this space is where I hope to put on display my thoughts and musings of a more whimsical and philosophical nature. This space will be my place to make feeble attempts at expressing emotion and wonder. I hope to keep it up beat and not delve too deeply into the depths of the darker corner of my mind.

One year

It's almost the one year anniversary of my last post. How time doth fly. I hoped you enjoyed this token post which is entirely intended to just prevent this blog from being deleted.

Cheers,
Ken

Spam from the Department of Homeland Security?

My firewall stripped off everything but the subject line of this spam. It gave this urgent warning.

Flee at once, all is discovered!

What do they think I'm up to?

An Ode BY Spam

Spam poetry. Why does spam write poetry? Why does any artist do anything? By the way, a moubata bug is a type of tick known to infest warthogs and domestic pigs. Begin basking... now.

dainty-toothed bell-cranked Proxima centauri

thrush blackbird jump shot scap net

twice-bid Cro-magnon race roller gear

tea-rose pink leather-winged sales ledger

sea dove scale drawing Palm beach

elastic varnish piecrust table scout commissioner

cat ladder two-charge rate supra-arytenoid

double-scull half-turn moubata bug

Mainlining CATV

The lies are so god-damned huge that the big ones look fucking tiny.
Only a society built on lies is afraid of the truth.
We are fucking terrified of the truth.
Turn on the TV you cowards and fill your brains with crap.
There’s as much truth in TV as there is in heroin.
But it’s easier for an American to stop taking heroin than stop watching TV

Talent

There’s so much crap
Mediocrity is foisted on us while talent is crushed.
Bill Hicks, where are you now?
We need talent to fight back.
Don’t be sensitive.
Get in the fuckers’ faces and let them know you’re on to them.

Career Path: Fork in the Road

Mind crushing tedium versus a life devoured by the desires of others.

Crayons

I want my crayons
I want my crayons
I want my crayons
I want my crayons
I want my crayons
I want my crayons
I want my crayons
I want my crayons back
I want my crayons back
I want my crayons back
I want my crayons back
I want my crayons back
I want my crayons back
I want my crayons back
I want my crayons back please
It’s all a big mind fuck
It’s all in my mind
It’s all a big mind fuck that I created for myself.
Where’s the door.
Is there a door?
Fuck it, where’s a wall?
I’m going through.