{ Doug sent me something I wrote in the 1990’s I’m returning the favour – {{ Not sure when he sent me this as song lyrics —> Probably around the Covid Lockdown era }} ? }

“A song for the Anti- right-wing-nuts’ Movement”

“Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards –

Go to Hell –

Yes they promised to cut our taxes

But we’re not billionaires 

Go to Hell –

Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards –

Go to Hell –

They just cut our health insurance

Tell them all to 

Go to Hell –

Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards –

Go to Hell –

Ran for office – Promised budget cuts

Just cut our Services –

Tell them all to:

Go to Hell -“

……………………… Douglas Jay Otterson

Friday- October 2nd, 2026- +18˚C / +64˚F w/Showers in the area @4:06 pm in New Brunswick, Canada = on my God Mother’s { Aunt Bev Toronto’s } Birthday – 🙂 –

– “A Kiss in the Enchanted Forest”  ( AI generated from instructions I gave the program – All the words here are human generated )  –

We’ve had some administrative difficulties here – images and graphics disappeared – Maybe I can get them back, maybe not –
Meanwhile – let’s see if this is actually working

– – – – – Jim

Road Kill

argh)

(cows wag their tails

in time with Peter Gabriels’s

“Games Without Frontiers”

And I begin to wonder

if I’m feeling really good

or lost touch with something

like ‘consensus reality’

whatever that is…)

(I drive for a living

deliver newspapers

on a two hundred and fifty mile loop

through inflatable water slide rural finger lakes new york

and the stereo keeps me grounded

reminds me I haven’t really

left the Earth of my childhood

behind)

There’s a woodchuck

he’s been sitting every day

for the past week

beside the body

of his friend

      (or lustling?)

‘Smack dab in the middle of the road’

‘Possums die so ugly

every one of them

looks like it’d been dragged for miles

then tortured hideously for hours

but woodchucks look so peaceful

<like they’re sure they’ll be

re-united

with their splattered friends

and lovers>’

sometimes

I guess I’d rather

be a woodchuck

sitting in the road

hoping an eighteen-wheeler

does it right the first time

[ instantaneously ]

(I think there just might be a conspiracy

to cover all of new york state’s roads

in fur-

but, like most bureaucracies

‘they’ can’t agree on a time table

so by the time they add a third pelt

the first and second have blown away

                                   Jim Wellington

                                   June 21, 1989

Tuesday, November 25, 2014-

Taken on a visit to Hopewell Rocks, on the Bay of Fundy in August, 2014

I updated from an ancient version of wordpress and just tried castillos inflables to revamp a couple of minor aspects of  the look of this old blog.

Now let’s see where this ‘post’ ends up.

~~~~~Jim

Sunday, July 27, 2014 -( 22°C / 72°F @7:45 pm )-

—Trying to clear a space in the basement where I can bring musty boxes from storage in and go through stuff, I found our turn table, brought it upstairs, had a couple real world adventures with Cathi and plugged it in. The first thing I played was “Song to a Seagull” by Joni Mitchell.

But, before I got to plugging in the turntable, & before Cathi got up, I carried two old boxes in from the van and went through old bouncy castle for sale papers and notebooks and found a couple treasures. One of which I may not be able to format for this blog. I’m also wondering if I should attempt to update to WordPress 3.9.1 … Would this theme work with the new update?

On a brighter note, Cathi and I went out to get a couple things and we spotted a bunch of plants in front of the Home Hardware store on Main Street. On impulse we went in and now have a bit of a brightly coloured flower garden in the “Zen Corner” of our back yard. I will take a photo or two in the next couple days, but the sky is threatening storm-ness at us.

So, anyway, lets see how we’re doing here…

—————Jim

This is an old version of WordPress That doesn’t format the way newer versions do. It doesn’t always format the way I’d like it to. But it is useful and I like the way it looks.

I’m not sure that it would carrera obstaculos hinchables retain all it’s features that I like if I clicked on the “Please update now” link that appears every time I log in or even think of logging in…

So, if this thing drives you batty, don’t read it.

—–Jim

I’ve seen a lot of green things lately
growing, trimmed to fit a grasping
need to feel our power over life
and cars still speed past my window
in a hurry to get to somewhere
they’ll probably wish they weren’t
yet their noises sometimes call me
to follow as far as your door.

Don’t ask me how I feel
I’ll tell you, whenever something structure gonflable touches me
or reaches for my eyes or mind
some complicated network
made of things like telephone lines
somehow pulls impressions
to a place where they’re measured and
set in line with things that have
happened
before.

Don’t ask what turns me on
the music that once filled me
echoes of small ideas and wasted energy
though I’m sick of reacting to things
I can’t control
I’m lazy and lagging
I want to start something
that makes sense
beyond all this
but I’m tired.

Don’t ask me what I want
I’m afraid to tell you
someone with soft hair
whose eyes I wouldn’t push
away from my mind, leaves
an image that won’t let me think
to the time I’ll stop my dreaming.

Don’t ask me what I’ve found
I’ll skip over the rulers of darkness
and light
and mathematical formulas
that can teach you why
the Earth moves and grass grows
and forty thousand people a year
have to die in cars;

And I’d tell you
I’ve learned that I need her
Her!
and daily look for reasons
to make her laugh
which set aside
fears that keep my hand
from reaching for hers.

Jim Wellington (4t try, august 24, 1971)

Thursday, the 20th of June, 2013. Warm and muggy at 24˚C / 73˚F at almost 4:15 pm, up here in the (cough cough) clean air? in the great white north? (( If I lived in an igloo I’d’ve drowned? )).

Um, I started out early, er, earlier than usual for me. I thought I might be able to clean up a bit, or straighten up a bit, or perform some kind of cosmetic surgery on the 24 by 36 loft area of the garage (2nd storey). I remembered how painful it can be trying to go through tons of stuff you have to sort through. I also learned that it warms up pretty fast in the morning. Even when it starts out at something like 6˚C/44˚F.

I found some photos the other day, mixed in with some automobile schnarr (Schnarr = universal euphemism for gunk, junk, poop, & anything else you’d probably rather not deal with at the moment you’re looking at it.)

Photos from 1986 when my nephew, Dave, was 17 & 18 months old.

By ten ayem it was already too hot to try to arrange the schnarr in the garage/attic, and I had to go to the bank and play stupid to get help making a payment on something that should have been a lot easier. Yes the banks really are making war on their customers, but they’re also making war on their employees, and I got a nice parcours obstacle gonflable one to help me make the payment. ((the deal is, Cathi gets an extra special birthday and mother’s day gift from me when the bank gives me a ‘free’ samsung tablet for opening an overpriced ‘infinity’ account and completing 2 of three quests, paying a bill on line and setting up prepayments of another bill.)) (Like I said, it should be easy. But the prepaid deal has some twists and turns along the way. And the payee doesn’t like Visa cards that are really debit cards. [(It’s a conspiracy!)] So when I tried to make a manual payment to the payee, it told me I was a complete idiot and should drown myself in that kind of alcohol that you can’t drink, because it’s poison. I forget, is it wood alcohol?) Anyway, I survived the bank. I survived the gas station/convenience store where I picked up an 18.9 liter/5 us gallon jug of water and I survived a side trip to a Wendy’s where I got me a chicken sandwich and got the dog a plain junior hamburger.

I almost didn’t survive trying to scan some of the photos I found today and some I found last week and I found out that the computer I can boot in Mac OS 9 is having a problem with every microphone I try to connect to it. I wonder if it needs one of those goofy mic’s that looks like the bio pod for the martians driving the scary killing machines in the old War of the Worlds Movie with Gene whatsisname as the hero. ( I think he played Bat Masterson on Wyatt Earp or one of those ancient black and white teevee westerns. He might even have had his own Bat series back then.)

So it began to feel like I wasn’t going to get anything to write home about done today, and when the boof wanted to go bark at neighbours and people walking their dogs (Imagine! those dogs wouldn’t come over and play with him- now that’s a crime.!) Poor boof. I took a look at the back yard and thought I better do some yard schnarr. –> I cut the grass and got a million mosquitoes angry or maybe just whipped them into a feeding frenzy and now my arm itches like….. you know….

And (sigh) I still got a little bit done. It feels like I’m trying to avert a mudslide by making sand castles, but I think I’m actually getting somewhere. I just hope that somewhere is a place where Boof and the meow gang and Cathi and I can be deliriously happy when we get there.

The spelling checker is okay with deliriously, but it doesn’t like the word ‘and’- now that’s weird…..

~~~~~Jim

Wednesday, June 19, 2013. I think it might be Kyle G.’s Birthday. 6˚C / 41˚F @ 6:30 am. (( more like 15˚C / 59˚F @ 11:30 am. ))

The Orange cat is threatening to shred my bare foot.

—okay, the cat is outside in his cat run ( cage ) the dog’s on the floor looking worried about all the boxes that have appeared in the living room.

—Funny how the de-cluttering process makes for a much bigger mess than you started with.

—We bought a bundle of 25 small boxes yesterday. Several of them are set up and taped at their bottom(s?) and are partially filled with ‘stuff’ in a thematic sort of way. Argh, now I’m wondering what I did with the receipt. ack, it’s got to be here somewhere.

—So, after a night of walking around in circles like a zombie, trying to decide what to put in which box, I think I realized I just sat and stared blankly for half an hour or so, at the oddly sand castle like arrangement (mess) of boxes that have grown in the living room.

I sighed and wandered over here to my G3 iBook with 640 megs of sd ram. I’m connecting to the internet through a version of firefox tente gonflable that nobody remembers but me (v 1.5.0.12) ((which was probably the last version you could left click to open a new window dialog box instead of the insidious right click that became the isidious ‘default’ from this version on. I think this version is so old and/or obsolete that it doesn’t even bother telling me I really should update/upgrade. heh heh heh…)) ((( the version of word press is also an oldy. it wants me to upgrade/update every time I log in to do anything inside it. ))) As soon as I sat down at the computer the cat insisted it was my job to do nothing but pay strict attention to and cater to the cat. (((( so now I’m hoping I don’t forget he’s outside in the cat run when I collapse into the dream realm and lose touch with this ‘consensus’ reality. ))))

—Ack, the iMac is complaining that a usb device isn’t getting enough power, I should plug it into a power source? but it didn’t tell me which bleeping USB device is not getting enough power.

—oh yeah, and the plant we got for our prosperity corner is wilting.

— aaaaaaaaaaaa——

~~~~~Jim

Good Morning. It’s like 5:50 am here in the great green north. 8˚C / 46˚F slightly west of Ottawa.

I have a splitting headache and at least one of my computers is going nuts.

((( I have several computers. The justification is that I’m working on building an interactive ‘game’ world. I wanted to be sure people who were not gazillionheirs could connect and have fun. Well, they probably can’t, as the company who owns the ‘cloud’ keeps ‘upgrading’ ‘to make your gaming experience more enjoyable’ (but if truth in advertizing really surfaced they’d be saying, “We keep moving the entry level bar up two notches higher than you can reach so we can laugh at you when you fall and keep you scrambling as a slave to make more money so your government can take more of it away from you so you can experience more structure gonflable and more frustration and never get what we promised you, nyaaaaaa-“) )))

The 32 bit windows machine, running XP Professional, has been acting weirdly lately. The firefox browser just closed, pfffft, disappeared- and when I clicked on the icon to reopen it I was informed that windows could not confirm the author of that program so I should click here to let their spying applications search through everything on my computer and throughout all my links to the internet so they could trace all possible threats to their power. (( No, that’s not exactly what they said, but I had a gut suspicion that that’s what they meant. <<< & the spell checker likes ‘suspicion’ but it doesn’t like “Nyaaaaaaa” ??? >>> ))

Ouch.

So while I have a splitting headache, the pain in my neck and shoulder seem to be absent at the moment.

Cheer up, life does get interesting.

And my angels have promised me that it’s getting better for me and Cathi. This is the first day of the rest of your life and all that…”

—Yay?

~~~~~Jim