ever felt like doing this?

just pissin around

For those of you who take your micturating seriously, check out the urinals in the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong.

After seeing urinal.net I made up my mind to install a urinal of my own.

f*cking off. all that's missing is u.

WARNING! THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE IS SPRINKLED WITH THE "F" WORD. IF THIS WORD OFFENDS YOU, MENTALLY SUBSTITUTE "SCREW" FOR THE "F" WORD AND YOU'LL BE OK.

When it comes to work, I tend to kick ass and get jobs done as fast as I can so I can have more free time at the end of the day for the important things. I used to think this was a sign of a good work ethic and it gave me a sense of pride that I was capable of performing difficult tasks by choreographing moves and cutting corners. I now realize the only reason I became so efficient at multi-tasking and preplanning was so I would have a larger block of time at the end of the day for the sole purpose of fucking off. I love my fuck-off time. It's my reason for living and my driving force as a human being. Admit it... we all fuck off at work. Some like to fuck off all day on a simple project that can be completed in an hour while some, like me, like to get it over and done with so it doesn't cut into fuck-off time at the end of the day.

In any given corporation you'll find the biggest fuck offs at the top of the food chain. These are the guys so practiced at multi-tasking, self discipline, efficiency, and getting other people to do their work that they appear to be the perfect corporate drones, capable of toiling 100 hours a week for the company's bottom line. The truth is, 90% of those 100 hours are spent talking with people on the phone, emailing friends, bullshitting, going on business trips with their golf clubs, doodling at their desks, and walking around with a clipboard filled with sketches of their new swimming pool complete with scantily clad girls. In general, fucking off.

Some people tend to lack imagination, so they fuck off when they can by talking and joking with other bottom feeders as they slowly and methodically plod along doing the simple tasks assigned to them by the slightly more imaginative company fuck-off bosses, who see this low gear work ethic as not only a company drain but cutting into their own fuck-off time and are systematically replaced by lower paid bottom feeder fuckoffs.

I realize this subject is too involved to fully examine in this format. I may have to put together a whole page just on fucking off. Stay tuned. I'll let you know when I'm done fuckin around with it.

nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care

Henry Rollins internet freedom

dioretix

little feet prints

Greenhouse gases, carbon footprints, global warming, and the latest term, planet change, just to cover their bases, are the planetary buzzwords du jour. What a load of crap. It used to be funny listening to these tofu-eating, owl-worshiping, vegan whores of sensibility prattle on about the righteousness of Sheryl "Two-squares" Crow, Al "An inconvenient truth" Bore and the rest of their ilk about how people are responsible for the Earths problems and how not smoking and driving hybrid cars will save the planet.

I remember a local college prof who was on this bandwagon decades ago, when we were all sure it was global cooling, who not only talked the talk but walked the walk with a single light bulb in his small apartment for illumination, dressed in layers and gave up his car.

When Sheryl and Al decide to walk the walk and start carpooling is when I might consider the possibility of listening to them without laughing.

The story of O

I made some orgone blasters the other day. This time I used a teflon pan so I won't have to use a messy release agent. What fine little works of art!

The point in making these things is to transmute the dangerous orgone that exists almost everywhere in our lives, into positive orgone, making life more pleasent, healthy and harmonious... physically, mentally, and emotionally. Lofty goals but we all have to start somewhere and I decided to start here, where I live. I have one of these little biscuits under the seat of my car and I now love the drive to work. I wondered what would happen to my surly boss if I exposed him to some positive orgone energy, so I took a couple to work and unceremoniously placed a biscuit amongst the clutter under his desk.

By the second day I overheard two co-workers talking about the change in attitude the boss had lately. I asked them in what way and they said he seemed happy and was busy doing his own thing without micro-managing everyone and was saying funny things and seemed unaffected by his usual over-the-top stress. Usually he's low energy and has everyone doing everything the hard way while he tells them they're doing it wrong. Sure enough... I saw him moving things around and keeping himself busy and really enjoying himself.
It's amazing what a little covert energy zap can do.

(BTW, Mr. H, don't tell Mr. C. That'll ruin my scientific experiment and cut into my fuck-off time.)

I'll show you the life of the mind!

As you may or may not know, I've been messing with orgone energy for some time now with projects like orgone blankets, orgone blasters, cloudbusters and my first project, the orgone accumulator that I keep in my garage, so I decided to build a holy hand grenade, or HHG.
Each project proved to me that orgone energy not only exists but it's effects can be dramatic, so working with orgonite seemed to be the most logical next step. The orgone blasters were basically crystals wrapped with a copper coil, embedded in fiberglass resin with shredded copper and aluminum, or orgonite. The idea is that orgonite attracts and accumulates orgone energy but transmutes the negative orgone (DOR) into positive orgone (POR). It's the positive orgone that is beneficial to life and DOR has the opposite effect. The orgone accumulator attracted both positive and negative orgone, and even though I live far enough from DOR sources, such as cell phone towers, I felt it best to concentrate on orgonite as a medium for it's purity.
The construction of this HHG was different from the blasters in that I used a cone shape and 5 crystals with a coil at the top of the cone surrounding the double pointed crystal. This design was to emit energy vertically rather than horizontally. Last night I put this HHG under my bed to see what happens when I sleep.
Well, last night I had some pretty incredible dreams about puzzle pieces shaped like window screens, the golden ratio, a background of cool fire, and a god-like voice yelling, "I'll show you the life of the mind!" over and over as the secrets of the universe danced about the tip of my brain. I woke up refreshed, and imbued with a new recipe for lasagna.

What happened to the heros?

Britain's World War II prime minister Winston Churchill has been cut from a list of key historical figures recommended for teaching in English secondary schools. The same is true for Adolf Hitler, Mahatma Gandhi, Joseph Stalin and Martin Luther King. I wonder why Britain would choose to cut the history of these people from the school curriculum. Then I heard about the Royal Canadian Mounties are under attack for "horribly broken" leadership. I can't speak for the Canadians but I always regarded the mounties as the acme, a group of perfect policemen who always get their man. Those red uniformed, jodpour wearing, horse riding, professional cop criminologists with cords around their necks attached to their sidearms, to insure no one ever gets their guns. True individuals who would go it alone in the harshest environments, armed only with a pistol, food rations for a day, and balls the size of coconuts to bring back alive the roughest, toughest, criminally psychotic, tyers of women to railroad tracks and sawmills the western world can muster. True individual heroes, matched only by The Texas Rangers as men capable of quelling mob violence. It only takes one Texas Ranger to suppress a major disturbance and only one Mountie to get his man.
What's the connection between dropping Churchill from the English curriculum and shoveling dirt on one of North Americas most highly regarded institutions?
I think it has to do with the systematic elimination of individual hero worship. Think about this... How many living heroes can you name? Even individual sports heroes are fading away. Gone are the Babe Ruth's, Shoeless Joe Jackson's, and Mohammad Alis. Gone are the Tom Payne's, George Patton's, and Albert Einsteins. What do we hear about sports heroes? They do excessive drugs, steroids, alcohol, abuse women, and gamble on sports and get thrown out of the Hall of Fame. Even the scientific community will discredit any reputable scientist who doesn't think within their very narrow box. We've moved from an individual hero worshiping society to a society that glorifies firemen, and only as a group, and that's only because of 9/11. It's the group that has replaced the individual and it's the group that takes credit for anything unless you happen to be in charge of Enron. The bad guys are individuals and the good guys are bureaucracies.
The Mounties have always been viewed as individuals, armed only with his wits, common sense, determination, and quiet, reserved machismo, on a mission to bring in the bad guy. The same goes for Churchill and hundreds of other when-the-going-gets-tough-the-tough-get-going individuals that we desperately need in our history books as figures we can look up to no matter how many quarts of whiskey they drink or Cuban cigars they smoke.

Now, sit down and draw up a list of all the heroes you can think of and ask yourself if these people will be gone from your children's history books.

My lucky day

Are you one of those people who refuse to pick up a penny unless it's heads up? I know a lot of people like this. They'll pick up a heads-up penny because it's good luck but won't touch a penny that's heads down. I think it's a regional thing. To the rest of the world a found penny is a good thing but only in this area of PA, mostly Schuylkill county and surrounding areas, is a found penny a good thing only half the time. It must be the sub-human inhabitants that live here. These are the progeny of that rugged coal mining stock from Eastern Europe who were too stupid to go west with the rest of the pioneers so they stayed in Schuylkill county, digging coal with their bare hands from deep underground like a race of cave trolls. And these specimens won't pick up a penny just because it's heads up... They distrust good fortune like it's an evil genie. Someone should remind these trogs how much a penny can buy at the company store. I tried once...

I was in front of the store when I looked down and saw a penny. I noticed a woman who also saw it and asked if she was going to pick it up. She asked if it was heads up. I said, you mean if it's heads up you'll pick it up because it's lucky? She replied, yes. I then asked her if a tails-up penny is bad luck, since she put so much stock in heads-up superstition. She didn't answer. Perhaps her genetically inferior brain was busy formulating an answer. I then proceeded to explain to her that the subconscious mind deals in absolutes. To your subconscious there is no difference between a penny and a million dollars. Money is money. Your subconscious interprets your refusal to bend down to pick up a penny, even if it's heads-down, as a refusal to so much as bend at the waist for a second for any amount of money. I then asked her if it was a tails-up half dollar would she pick it up. By this time she was either embarrassed by my exposing her stupid superstitions or was in the process of trying to generate a thought. At any rate, she just stood looking at me in silence. I then looked down at the penny and said, "It's tails up. Ya want it?" I was giving her a chance to show me she understood what I was saying all this time. I had hoped she would simply bend over, pick up the penny and just think about what I said but all she did was stand there like a mute retard. So, I picked up the penny, held it up in the air and said "It's my lucky day!"

Yeah, it WAS my lucky day but I wanted so much for it to be hers too.

blues fest '07

Once again we made our pilgrimage to the annual Briggs Farm Blues Fest where thousands sat in the hot, summer Pa sun and quaffed copious amounts of intoxicating fluids. Heat strokes, mirages and general madness were rampant, but that's all part of the fun. It wasn't all bad. As I sat there feeling my life force ebbing with thousands of fellow sufferers I was reawakened and renewed by the smell of cigars and marijuanna wafting through the air. And there... in the middle of mayhem and chaos was St. Phred, the patron saint of imbibation, who was canonized for teaching the lepers to sing. He looked me straight in the eye and said a pearl of wisdom so profound it drained the lymph from my glands. He said, "looks like you need some rum, bud." I was imbued and imbibed.

9 seconds of fame, almost

So, Mary and I stopped for gas on our way to Wilkes Barre. The object was to get supplies for cloud busters, orgone blasters and holy hand grenades to disrupt the New World Order plan for global takeover by neutralizing DORs from cell phone towers and chemtrails.



Anyway, this reporter for channel 16 asked me what my opinion was on the proposed bill to put toll booths on I-80. I gave him a 10 minute tirade about how our esteemed state politicians don't have to drive around here because if they did they wouldn't think of charging motorists to use highways that are always closed in the warm weather for repairs and always closed in cold weather because PENDOT won't get their lazy asses in the snow plows after sundown because Emperor Rendell fired hundreds of PEN DOT workers and slashed their budget to funnel money to his pet projects in Philly, like mass transit and how Rendell and his girlfriend should be dragged out of the governors mansion and hanged by their heels at the nearest gas station just like they did with Il Duce and if the state needs money so bad that they have to spend a small fortune to install toll booths at every exit to further burdon the taxpayers with even more costs and congress can vote themselves the largest pay raise in history at 2am then those bastards need a little vigilante justice from citizenry. We'll show those homo bedwetters The Patriot Act when we drag their sorry asses out at the sharp end of a pitchfork as we put em all up against the wall, muthafuckas.

After all that the guy next to me got 9 seconds of sound bite and Homeland Security detained me for 8 hours, strip-searched me and froze my assets off. Whatever happened to free speech?

something to think about.

Mary sent me this. I knew there was a reason I hated that fat fuck Cheney.

giuliani for 9/11

Hey Rudy, if you love 9/11 so much why don't you marry it?
On second thought, you'd just divorce it in a couple years.

Here's more.

is ron paul for real?

When I turned voting age I took a blood oath to never vote republican for president.
After looking into Ron Paul I decided to switch to republican just so I can vote for this man in the primaries. Never have I heard a politician so eloquently speak what's in my own head. And this guy is a republican! It's Alice down the rabbit hole... black is white and up is down. No wonder all the other candidates don't want to debate him. He makes them all look like used car salesmen politicians... which they are.

You go Ron. We'll see ya in The White House.

alex jones in waking life

Behold the premier ranter of our time. He was the first man to go undercover and film world leaders engaged in human sacrifice at Bohemian Grove. He was arrested by G.W. Bush for asking a question.

It's nice to know there are guys like Alex Jones out there.

little ol' lady vs. car

I wonder what was in that hand bag?

raging fred

Dec. 21, 2012

2012 has been on my mind lately and the more I look into it the more I'm totally blown away by it. It seems the Mayans and the Vedics, who lived worlds apart, determined thousands of years ago the cycle of man as we know it will be over in 2012. The greenies will try to tell you it's because of greenhouse gases and global warming. The Christians will say it's Armageddon. The conspiracy theorists will say it's the new world order. Vedic philosophy believes 2012 is the time where nothing is separated from ALL and a spiritually aware human will emerge. Even the scientific community is looking into 2012. It seems by 2012 our solar system will line up with the galaxy in such a way that hasn't happened since something like 26,000 BC, around the time of the sinking of Atlantis. The planetary line-up will all be pointed toward the center of the galaxy. Earth will be the only planet in our solar system on the other side. At this time our sun will produce intense solar flares not seen for over 50 yrs. All these magnetic and gravitational occurrences will happen at once and God only knows what will happen, but whatever happens it's gonna be big. So big our tiny little brains can't possibly imagine. One thing our scientific community seems to believe is Earth will reverse polarity and start spinning in the other direction. We'll see the sun rise in the west, that is if we're still here.

All the more reason to be somewhere wonderful to experience this once-in-a-thousand-lifetimes occurrence. I suggest you meet us at Sloppy Joe's in Key West at December 20, 2012. If nothing happens you'll have a very cool memory of the greatest party in history. If the world ends at least you get to go out with some very cool, like-minded friends as we all watch the sunrise with the beverage of our choice.

I wonder if 20,000 years from now there will be mythology about the sinking of a great continent inhabited by beings that flew the skies and traveled under the seas in metal fish, who built huge towers to be closer to their gods, who had special caves with golden arches where food would magically appear, who harnessed the powers of the sun and invented the first wheel.

"What happened to these wonderful people, oh great one?" "My child, they transformed into spiritual, non-corporeal entities and became the twinkling lights in the night sky."