Looks a little stoned.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
New Charlie Meet Old Charlie
Or vis versa. A very recent photo of Charles Manson taken for prison records this week.
Looks a little stoned.
Looks a little stoned.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Noodling
So as I type, twitch, tap and weave I hear Donna Jean doing that sexy singing/moaning thing in my ear. Suddenly I feel like Joe Cocker. (remind me to tell you about Joe at a later date). In this new millennium the weight loss thing has been so big. Biggest loser!?!
Do you remember in the 80's Jazzercise? Well on the Dead tours there were Deadercise t-shirts going around. (I'm watching the Closing of Winterland dvd, Scarlet/Fire is playing) BUMPER StICKER. I've got my wireless headphones on and I'm shaking my hip thang. But yeah, Deadercise.How could anyone go to a Dead show and not lose weight? Even if you ate a dozen hash brownies. (Time to say hi to Dorie) (and Jenny). Man I would lose 5 pounds and dislocate my knee during the China/Rider transition jam. Do you remember that Todd? Good thing there was a lot of opium around!
So, when I lived in NH I had a bumper sticker that said "THERE IS AN INTENSE CHINA/RIDER PLAYING IN THIS VEHICLE". People would always ask...what? If you have to ask...
One time at the Ventura county fair grounds they went into Fire On The Mountain, and as the song played this guy next to me hit me on the shoulder and said "check it out". I looked over to see the hills on fire. "Far out".
"No, my house is up there".
drag
I think that was '85. But hey man, in the words of Dr Johnny Fever in his sell out years, Gotta dance.
I'm back. Yeah, it was 7/13/85. The same weekend live aid was happening. If you saw the first episode of the tv news show...brain fart...48 hrs? they actually did a story about the Dead's 20th anniversary. "....While live aidwas going on in london and philadelphia, i Ventura CA they were having Dead aid...." VC fairgrounds was the west coast venue to see them at. Alpine Valley in the mid-west. As for the east coast, may it fall into the ocean before california. Just seconds before. Soon!
Do you remember in the 80's Jazzercise? Well on the Dead tours there were Deadercise t-shirts going around. (I'm watching the Closing of Winterland dvd, Scarlet/Fire is playing) BUMPER StICKER. I've got my wireless headphones on and I'm shaking my hip thang. But yeah, Deadercise.How could anyone go to a Dead show and not lose weight? Even if you ate a dozen hash brownies. (Time to say hi to Dorie) (and Jenny). Man I would lose 5 pounds and dislocate my knee during the China/Rider transition jam. Do you remember that Todd? Good thing there was a lot of opium around!
So, when I lived in NH I had a bumper sticker that said "THERE IS AN INTENSE CHINA/RIDER PLAYING IN THIS VEHICLE". People would always ask...what? If you have to ask...
One time at the Ventura county fair grounds they went into Fire On The Mountain, and as the song played this guy next to me hit me on the shoulder and said "check it out". I looked over to see the hills on fire. "Far out".
"No, my house is up there".
drag
I think that was '85. But hey man, in the words of Dr Johnny Fever in his sell out years, Gotta dance.
I'm back. Yeah, it was 7/13/85. The same weekend live aid was happening. If you saw the first episode of the tv news show...brain fart...48 hrs? they actually did a story about the Dead's 20th anniversary. "....While live aidwas going on in london and philadelphia, i Ventura CA they were having Dead aid...." VC fairgrounds was the west coast venue to see them at. Alpine Valley in the mid-west. As for the east coast, may it fall into the ocean before california. Just seconds before. Soon!
Mopeds and Firetrucks
The alpha and omega, long and short, yin and yang of street legal vehicles. Why I bring this up I'm really not sure. Well, yes I am, but let me first grab a beer.
La Fin Du Monde is whats on tap at this time. A Belgian style tripel from Unibroue. It translates to the end of the world, and hopefully it is not too far off. As things look it doesn't seem to be.
It all started on a sunny Saturday afternoon. A couple car loads of the unusual suspects headed down to Chatsworth park to pick up some acid. It was a very good batch. The high light of the night was when one of the slightly irregulars complaining of heart burn said he needed an antacid. Peels of laughter broke out and carried on for what seemed like hours. As I said, it was a good batch. So good in fact that the next day Gustavo and I decided that we wanted to trip again. Back to Chatsworth park. The trip out there must have been uneventful for I recall nothing of it. I suppose it was about six miles from Sepulveda to Charlies old stomping grounds. We got there, dropped the cid and headed home. It was just like a movie. Dumb and dumber to be more specific.
Our mode of transportation was a moped. apparently the moped wanted to be as dysfunctional as the two of us soon were to be. Every hundred yards or so it would die. I'd get off and Gus would pedal like a mad man trying to store up as much power as possible. I'd hop back on and we'd go another hundred yards. Eventually as Gus would pedal I would walk up the road so as not to have too much weight on it all the time. As Gus would come whizzing by at a whole ten mph I would attempt to jump on. Sometimes I was successful. Other times I had to run a few feet to catch up and try again. A half hour trip one way turned into a two and a half hour trip the other way.
Once back home Gus went to his apartment and I went to Jim and Gina's place where I had been crashing for a while. I just sat in the kitchen tripping, staring out the window. I could see the 405 and watched the traffic streaming, what seemed to be literally, by. Every now and then Jim and or Gina would look over and ask what was up. Mostly I just answered with the same smile that had been plastered across my face. There where a couple times when with a wide eyed stare I would just say "the building next door is on fire". At one point I even heard sirens. Not by mere coincidence so did the two non trippers. As I stood at the window now watching the commotion on the street I was asked what was happening. "Well the building next door has been on fire for the last 30 minutes and the firetrucks are now here." Hence, mopeds and firetrucks.
La Fin Du Monde is whats on tap at this time. A Belgian style tripel from Unibroue. It translates to the end of the world, and hopefully it is not too far off. As things look it doesn't seem to be.
It all started on a sunny Saturday afternoon. A couple car loads of the unusual suspects headed down to Chatsworth park to pick up some acid. It was a very good batch. The high light of the night was when one of the slightly irregulars complaining of heart burn said he needed an antacid. Peels of laughter broke out and carried on for what seemed like hours. As I said, it was a good batch. So good in fact that the next day Gustavo and I decided that we wanted to trip again. Back to Chatsworth park. The trip out there must have been uneventful for I recall nothing of it. I suppose it was about six miles from Sepulveda to Charlies old stomping grounds. We got there, dropped the cid and headed home. It was just like a movie. Dumb and dumber to be more specific.
Our mode of transportation was a moped. apparently the moped wanted to be as dysfunctional as the two of us soon were to be. Every hundred yards or so it would die. I'd get off and Gus would pedal like a mad man trying to store up as much power as possible. I'd hop back on and we'd go another hundred yards. Eventually as Gus would pedal I would walk up the road so as not to have too much weight on it all the time. As Gus would come whizzing by at a whole ten mph I would attempt to jump on. Sometimes I was successful. Other times I had to run a few feet to catch up and try again. A half hour trip one way turned into a two and a half hour trip the other way.
Once back home Gus went to his apartment and I went to Jim and Gina's place where I had been crashing for a while. I just sat in the kitchen tripping, staring out the window. I could see the 405 and watched the traffic streaming, what seemed to be literally, by. Every now and then Jim and or Gina would look over and ask what was up. Mostly I just answered with the same smile that had been plastered across my face. There where a couple times when with a wide eyed stare I would just say "the building next door is on fire". At one point I even heard sirens. Not by mere coincidence so did the two non trippers. As I stood at the window now watching the commotion on the street I was asked what was happening. "Well the building next door has been on fire for the last 30 minutes and the firetrucks are now here." Hence, mopeds and firetrucks.
Friday, March 13, 2009
In answer to my own question...
...some IRS accountant took care of my unsigned return.
It pays to spread a little joy to our countries number crunchers.
It pays to spread a little joy to our countries number crunchers.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The Manson Whammy
I had heard that Charles Manson had some sort of supernatural powers, but I just dismissed as some D.A., book selling, money making malarkey. It appears as tho I was wrong. First hand experience has shown me.
I have had my van for almost for years now and have never had it fail to start. 100 degree temperatures, sub zero, always fired right up. Yesterday morning as I was getting ready to go to work I loaded some items into my van that I was going to drop off at a Goodwill trailer near to work. I hop in, start it up and a few minutes later, for better or worse, I am at work. Lunch rolls around and I decide to take the items over to the trailer. It was just some clothes and a stack of books. Despite it only being a few hundred yards away I decided to drive. The van starts up but runs very slowly, and dies after fifteen seconds. O.K., hit the restart button. No go. Hours later, still no go. Next a.m. same thing. The only thing I could come up with is The Cheese put the whammy on me. I had about ten Charlie books that I was going to donate and I think the wizard felt a little disloyalty. Hence the lack of mobility.
In efforts to get back on the road I will be sending off a letter to Corcoran prison with an explanation, along with a request to lift the hex. It's either that or call a mechanic. Now lets be reasonable, a mechanic?
I have had my van for almost for years now and have never had it fail to start. 100 degree temperatures, sub zero, always fired right up. Yesterday morning as I was getting ready to go to work I loaded some items into my van that I was going to drop off at a Goodwill trailer near to work. I hop in, start it up and a few minutes later, for better or worse, I am at work. Lunch rolls around and I decide to take the items over to the trailer. It was just some clothes and a stack of books. Despite it only being a few hundred yards away I decided to drive. The van starts up but runs very slowly, and dies after fifteen seconds. O.K., hit the restart button. No go. Hours later, still no go. Next a.m. same thing. The only thing I could come up with is The Cheese put the whammy on me. I had about ten Charlie books that I was going to donate and I think the wizard felt a little disloyalty. Hence the lack of mobility.
In efforts to get back on the road I will be sending off a letter to Corcoran prison with an explanation, along with a request to lift the hex. It's either that or call a mechanic. Now lets be reasonable, a mechanic?
Friday, February 27, 2009
SELL OUT
Yeah man, I'm sellin' out. Getting ready. Just ready. For another sellout item check out "Sew What" posted sometime last year.
In order of appearance U.S. Navy illuminated compass made by the Lionel Corp. in 1943 with the original manila tracking card. It does not have the ships name on it, but some computer geek like Veggie Jim could probably take the serial # and find out what it sailed on.
Next is the world that the compass helped conquer. Not sure what year it is from, but there is no Israel, and Africa is a third French West Afr. Its in rough shape, but compared to the real blue ball, just fine, and without any plastic surgery.
Ah yes, the desk that the globe and my lap top rest on. "Get sick, get well, hang around a ink well, ring bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell" For the love of Sandy! How could I part with this?!
Last, the camera these photos were taken with. An awesome, needless to say, German camera. A Voigtlander, film not included. Although when I bought it there was a roll of film in it. I had it developed only to get pics of Ava and Adolph trying to consummate their own final solution.
As for the infamous trunk...I don't think I have any shots of it on this thing . Not sure if I would sell it. It's actually utilitarian. You know...body parts.
Oh yeah, of course I have some old Nike's and clothes from the 40's, 50's, and possibly even 60's.
Here is the real kicker. I'll be listing some of my CHEESE books on ebay soon.
Sellin' out man. Goin' '09 yuppie. Or maybe just goin'. Speaking of which...
In order of appearance U.S. Navy illuminated compass made by the Lionel Corp. in 1943 with the original manila tracking card. It does not have the ships name on it, but some computer geek like Veggie Jim could probably take the serial # and find out what it sailed on.
Next is the world that the compass helped conquer. Not sure what year it is from, but there is no Israel, and Africa is a third French West Afr. Its in rough shape, but compared to the real blue ball, just fine, and without any plastic surgery.
Ah yes, the desk that the globe and my lap top rest on. "Get sick, get well, hang around a ink well, ring bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell" For the love of Sandy! How could I part with this?!
Last, the camera these photos were taken with. An awesome, needless to say, German camera. A Voigtlander, film not included. Although when I bought it there was a roll of film in it. I had it developed only to get pics of Ava and Adolph trying to consummate their own final solution.
As for the infamous trunk...I don't think I have any shots of it on this thing . Not sure if I would sell it. It's actually utilitarian. You know...body parts.
Oh yeah, of course I have some old Nike's and clothes from the 40's, 50's, and possibly even 60's.
Here is the real kicker. I'll be listing some of my CHEESE books on ebay soon.
Sellin' out man. Goin' '09 yuppie. Or maybe just goin'. Speaking of which...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sympathy for the Devil - Remix Karen Klatt Karen Klatt you devil
For those of you who ever owned a copy of the Stones Get Yer YaYa's Out, you will recognize the following line. The first time I heard it I ran yelling to Molly Pootsie, "Karen , come hear this. It sounds like Jodie (our neighbor) calling your name. "
"Paint it black, Paint it black, Paint it black you devils!
Last year at about this time, tax time, I wrote a post titled Sympathy for the Devil. It was about brightening the day of some poor CPA working for the IRS here in the USA. Earlier this week I was going to mail in my return, but I got to the bottom and couldn't recall what I was going to put as my occupation. I was pretty sure it was court jester, but just wasn't certain. I got to work with my forms, stapled them all together and got ready to mail them. Later that day I realized that I was not a court jester, but in fact am a professional masochist. I must be! Yes I get paid, but it is the ecstasy of the abuse that brings me back to work each day.
To make a long story short, the remix/new spin on the sympathy I would like to have go in my favor. You see, I don't believe I signed, dated, and "occupated" my return. I can only hope that the same IRS CPA gets my 1040A that has seen it for the last four or five years and says "Hey Chuck, isn't this the serf, slave, indentured servant, court jester, song and dance man from AZ, and ID?" and signs it for me.
If not I believe I will enjoy the pain and penalties of being a tax paying, law abiding CITIZEN.
"Paint it black, Paint it black, Paint it black you devils!
Last year at about this time, tax time, I wrote a post titled Sympathy for the Devil. It was about brightening the day of some poor CPA working for the IRS here in the USA. Earlier this week I was going to mail in my return, but I got to the bottom and couldn't recall what I was going to put as my occupation. I was pretty sure it was court jester, but just wasn't certain. I got to work with my forms, stapled them all together and got ready to mail them. Later that day I realized that I was not a court jester, but in fact am a professional masochist. I must be! Yes I get paid, but it is the ecstasy of the abuse that brings me back to work each day.
To make a long story short, the remix/new spin on the sympathy I would like to have go in my favor. You see, I don't believe I signed, dated, and "occupated" my return. I can only hope that the same IRS CPA gets my 1040A that has seen it for the last four or five years and says "Hey Chuck, isn't this the serf, slave, indentured servant, court jester, song and dance man from AZ, and ID?" and signs it for me.
If not I believe I will enjoy the pain and penalties of being a tax paying, law abiding CITIZEN.
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