I Actually DO Try (And I Also Sometimes Cry–Shhhh! Don’t Tell. I Have A Rep I Need To Up-Hold) Or… “Wishful Drinkin'” If You Prefer… That Title–Let Me Know.

Try To Remember

A Night In September

Cry Cray Cry!

Hi-Way Uno Et Uno

Oh No!

Highway 101 Cry, Cry, Cry

I LOVE You Paulette–You Auto-Graph’d My Cowboy Hat–

I was In a Bar (Duh!) In San Dog

You were bringin’ down the house from your stage

Circa ’88

Cost me Five Quid!

My Money Was Well-Spent!

I sauntered to the stage, tipped my hat, handed it to you.

You said,

“Oh, you want me to autograph your hat?”

“Yessum, I sure do. Please do.”

You did

Gracious Lady

Best Night of my Life!

“Whiskey, If You Were A Woman!”

Pretty Sure Y’all Remember–

Maybe Not,

But I do.

I lost the hat, but not the magical memory

I still wish I had retain’d that hat

Uh…

Please remind Me Y’all:

I am supposed to be constructin’ a post

ALL About Paulette

Vid Cred: AManOfManyFaces

To Remember September!

My ‘Birth Month!

I Was Cast Hat’ch;d d, Upon The World…

On A September Fate-ful day

May God in His Way,

Save The Children!

I Do Try To Remember

That Day One I Lost September, In In… September

When Life Held Such Promise!

I was So Deceived!

But, It Was All Bull-Shite!

“Sanitized for my Protection!”

I was Gonna Be An Astra-Naught!

NOT!

NOT Meant to be

You See?

It was ALL Bull-Shite!

I NEVER GOT To Be an Asttra

Not!!

But I Got To be An Ass

There’s At Least That

I Was Battin’ 500!

Not!

But, I tried to remember that day in September

When Life was my Oyster!

‘Le Space Race’ Have A Blast (Off)

The Police – Walking On The Moon

Have a Blast (Off)

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To the Moon Alice. To The Moon Do You want To go To The Moon?

Cred: IAintOverYet

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A Trip to the Moon – the 1902 Science Fiction Film

by Georges Méliès

 

 

 

Figured this is as good as that.

OR… why waste good ancient prose?

Your choice.

Here ya go:

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Now that is a good term from the Cold War, i.e., ‘Le Space Race.’
However, it still rings true today; rings true as something, almost… unattainable, yet so very much coveted.
“Escape Velocity”
Cal Gone! Take me away! (sic) Yeah: sick.
Point is, I have spent the better part of my life ‘playing’ computer games. Some might be tempted to label them ‘video’ games.
(They are NOT video games, Love: they are ways I increase my mental, mental…”)
Old Story warning here:
That guy. That guy, who used to write about distance running, what was his name” Oh Yeah! Joe Henderson; I read all of his books… Oh yeah! He died of a heart-attack… Just details…
He wrote a bit:
His bit went something like this:
He was ‘runnin’ down a road. Some kid says, “Hey, Hi! Mister Jogger!”
He replied, “Hey Kid! I am not a jogger; I am a runner! A ‘Runner!’ Get it right!”
The kid replied, “Well then, why are you jogging?”
I had to laugh; been there, et etcetera…
This is the part where I get pissed. (And when I get pissed… well, you would not like me)
The worst thing one (amongst the uninitiated) is to say, proclaim:
“Are you still playin’ that damn stupid video game?!!”
Perfect retort:
“Yes Madame. I am.”
“Oh. Well, be a good boy and don’t go downtown, protesting’ and such…”
“Yessum. I won’t”
“Good boy there then…”
“Yes, Ma’am.” (“Now Fuck Off” This is what I did truly think)

But,  she I did have a point, but my ‘point’ swerved into something else, which I really do not wanna talk about.
My point it thus: Kids that played computer games in the Eighties are now in charge of your world.
And to loosely quote Forrest Gump:
“That is all I am gonna say about that.”

Some thoughts?

And P.S., Yes! I have of late, been spending some quality time with some of my ‘computer’ games. They know me there, and I don’t have to be too creative (actually, I do, but most….) Well…

My blogging experience is failing me of late. Not to say that I do not appreciate The Community. Just to say… that I am between gigs and this is beginning to weigh upon me.

Certainly, I will be about, but please do not chastise me for not visiting your respective blogs on a respective basis. (My intent is to intentionally do so, albeit, tomorrow), yet… I am real tired.

And my health is no good.

I will catch up…

mañana,

I Promise.

 

 

 

Is One The Moon, Dear Clown Tied To A String For Me?

“For Love or Money” –Joni

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And yeah! In case you missed my ‘subliminal’ bullshit:

I still miss Shonnie

’tis a curse: A curse of a good woman.

Shonnie: Just Some Last Thoughts & One “Reminisce”–Important ‘Breaking News’ Re: Shonnie’s ‘Make-Over’

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Tuesday Ed. Note: This Post Makes Absolutely NO SENSE

Hahahahaha

Escape Velocity: “A Consummation Devoutly to be Wished”

Author’s Note July 11, 2021: This was a stream of consciousness from 2014, and being such, I will not edit it (overmuch). Here it is, in all of its naked, unpolished bullshit rawness.

“Uh, Mister God… Could you slow the world down just for a moment? I wanna get off. Thanks.”

–Lance

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Now there is a good term from the Cold War, i.e., ‘Le Space Race.’
However, it still rings true today; rings true as something, almost… unattainable, yet so very much coveted.
“Escape Velocity”


Cal Gone! Take me away! (sic) Yeah: sick.


Point is, I have spent the better part of my life ‘playing’ computer games. Some might be tempted to label them ‘video’ games.
(“They are NOT video games Love: they are the ways I increase my mental, mental…”)


Old Story warning here:


That guy. That guy, who used to write about distance running, what was his name? Oh Yeah! Joe Henderson; I read all of his books… Oh yeah! He died of a heart-attack… Just details…
He wrote a bit.
His bit went something like this:


He was ‘runnin’ down a road. Some kid says, “Hey, Hi! Mister Jogger!”
He replied, “Hey Kid! I am not a jogger; I am a runner! A ‘Runner!’ Get it right!”
The kid replied, “Well then, why are you jogging?”


I had to laugh; been there, et etcetera…


This is the part where I get pissed. (And when I get pissed… well, you won’t like me)
The worst thing one (amongst the uninitiated) can say, proclaim:
“Are you still playin’ that damn stupid video game?!!”
Perfect retort:
“Yes Madame. I am.”
“Oh. Well, be a good boy and don’t go downtown, protesting’ and such…”
“Yessum. I won’t”
“Good boy there then…”
“Yes, Ma’am.” (“Now Fuck Off” This is what I did truly think)

But, SHE did have a point, but MY ‘point’ swerved into something else, which I really do not wanna talk about.

But I will.
My point it thus: Kids that played computer games in the Eighties are now in charge of our world.
And to loosely quote Forrest Gump:
“That is all I am gonna say about that.”

Some thoughts?

And P.S., Yes! I have, recently, been spending some quality time with some of my computer games. They know me there, and I don’t have to get too creative (actually, I do, but most…) Well, I don’t have to watch my language at least.

My blogging experience is failing me of late. Not to say that I do not appreciate The Community. Just to say… that I am between gigs and this is beginning to weigh upon me.

Certainly, I will be about, but please do not chastise me for not visiting your respective blogs on a respective basis. (My intent is to intentionally do so, albeit, tomorrow), yet… I am real tired.

And my health is no good.

I will catch up…

mañana,

I Promise.

“For Love or Money”

And yeah! In case you missed my ‘subliminal’ bullshit: (The Joni song) I still miss 

Shonnie

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Tuesday Ed. Note: This Post Makes Absolutely NO SENSE

Hahahahaha