Smokin’ on a Saturday…


Short and sweet on a Saturday.

I’m mildly altering my short story, since I’m not completely clear how “fan fiction” for movies, games, etc. work…but I will definitely publish it on Monday. Guaranteed.

I sat and watched spotted towhees engage in territorial fighting…a hummingbird also observed, but I didn’t have my camera. My little “point-and-shoot” digital Nikon just doesn’t cut it for some of the pics I could be taking, so it’s time to invest in something much better. I’ve always favoured Canon and Minolta, personally…

I hoard crap in my game, so I finally feel the need to recruit for my little guild. I hate recruiting…it’s so boring! “Hey, you! Join my guild – I want to design an awesome tabard and I really need the extra 500 bank spaces for the materials my crafters need!” At least I’m honest about why I’m recruiting, which is more than can be said about 95% of any in-game guild, anywhere.

Otherwise, just cleaning up and getting ready to have the roof of the house looked at…there seem to be some issues with leaking. I hate dealing with that crap as well, but that’s life in the slow lane! Meh…have fun with the links and the song below, and have a great rest of the weekend.

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Any time you doubt your own worth, remember this story…


I wanted to share this…it’s perfect.

Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog:

The Black Telephone…

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood..

I remember the polished, old case fastened to the Wall.

The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.

I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person.

Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know.

Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.

Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked…

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Checklist for the weekend…

What have I done this week? Let’s see…I think I made at least four new acquaintances. I have seven old ones asking where I’ve been. I’ve definitely annoyed or pissed off five different people, but I also got five people to smile. I’m sure I’ve gotten 20 or more people scratching their heads in confusion. I’ve listened to a ton of music, drafted some posts for this blog, and completed my character back-stories for my guild site. I took a few pictures and hope they aren’t a pain in the arse to post. I have five songs picked out in an attempt to get back on the radio, if only for 30 short minutes…but I will become an honorary “Ultimate Sinner” on “The Boneyard!” That will be fun.

Still gaming like a fiend, striving for that elusive, ultimate veteran rank of 14 before the veteran system completely goes away – those Champion Points are adding up. I also have the short story ready to submit for critique…my internal dialogue has been hilarious, if you can imagine that!


Short and sweet today…still busy – but that’s a good thing.   :)

Domestic Terrorists.

Photo Credit: The New York Times

Well, what do you know? A violent altercation ends in multiple deaths after criminal white gangs, who happen to ride motorcycles, brutally attacked each other in a so-called “family” restaurant with no regard for children present. I can’t say that there were any “innocent” civilians other than the children, seeing as how many adults decided to bring said children to an establishment known for criminal activity. Five rival gangs showed up at some scummy “Hooters” – style ‘restaurant,’ with the knowledge and permission of the owners, and proceeded to engage in mindless violence. What vicious thugs. From the Huffington Post:

Several people were killed Sunday afternoon in a shootout between rival biker gangs outside the Twin Peaks Restaurant in Waco, Texas.

Waco police say eight were killed, another died in the hospital, and 18 were injured as hundreds of bikers from several factions skirmished just after noon in the Central Texas Marketplace.

“There are dead people still there, there is blood everywhere … There are bullet holes in vehicles all over the parking lot,” Waco Police Sgt. Patrick Swanton said at a press conference.

Waco police announced on Monday that 192 people were being arrested and will be charged with engaging in organized crime.

Police were already on the scene due to previous gang activity at the marketplace. Swanton said that a fight started between men from several “criminal biker gangs” inside the restaurant, then spilled out to the street. Chains, clubs, knives, guns and “up to 100 weapons” were used by hundreds of bikers. Identities of suspects and victims weren’t immediately released, but Swanton said that all of them were thought to be biker gang members flying colors from five different factions.

No officers or civilians were injured when the fight erupted, but police exchanged gunfire with several suspects and may have “injured or killed” them, Swanton said.

The crime scene is secure, though some restaurants in the area were on lockdown after the incident, KXXV reports. Police said that more people arrived with weapons as news of the gang fight spread, and the newcomers were arrested on sight.

A “skirmish.” This is what this horrific scene is being called: a “skirmish.” Peaceful protesters are labeled with the most mindless, racist terms imaginable, but this brutal event is being called a “skirmish.” How charming. Even more charming are the inane comments stating that the term “skirmish” has been accurately applied. Well then, you idiots who are so concerned about every noun, verb, adjective, or adverb being used just so precisely and perfectly, I sincerely hope you are just as dedicated to correcting those who are misusing the term “thug.” I won’t hold my breath, though…selective reporting, selective outrage, circular reasoning, and confirmation bias – it’s all the same pile of shite.

Must be nice to have engaged in a public brawl that ended in nine deaths, yet still be allowed to use your cell phone while a cop stands with his back to you. No handcuffs or leg irons; no knees in backs, no faces smashed into the pavement or on the hood of a police car. An excellent article, also in the Huffington Post, poses some very important questions:

Following a spate of white-on-white violence over the weekend in Waco, Texas, that claimed nine lives and resulted in scores of casualties and over 190 arrests, there has been a marked lack of interest in talking about where the event fits into the epidemic of such white criminal behavior in the U.S. — despite the fact that every year, more white people are murdered by white people than by any other group.

In recent years, a national pattern has begun to emerge in the wake of shootings in which a black man is killed by a white man. Of course the death is a tragedy, goes the narrative, but the dead man probably provoked the killing somehow — and more importantly, if you truly care about young black men, why aren’t you more concerned about black-on-black violence?

The same pattern doesn’t hold even when white-on-white crime unfolds in full view of the nation, as it did in the parking lot of the Twin Peaks Restaurant on Sunday.

Yet white-on-white crime should be a huge concern — because it’s out of control. Granted, there are 201 thugs off the streets for the time being, but what about the rest of them?

Around 83 percent of white victims in 2011 were murdered by other whites, based on the most recent FBI homicide data.

As many as 3,172 white people were killed in 2011 — and 2,630 of them lost their lives at the hands of another white person. This is compared to 2,695 black people, 2,447 of whom were killed by another black person.

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The other thing that pisses me off about this is that it gives we REAL bikers a bad name. Bullshite shows like Sons of Anarchy or Full Throttle Saloon, and events such as Sturgis or Daytona Beach just make me cringe. Criminal elements such as the Hell’s Angels, Gypsy Jokers, or the Bandidos make any motorcycle run hazardous – especially since they are the “1%ers” who are proud of their criminal and white supremacist ties. Honest bike clubs are assumed to be criminal gangs…and that offends myself, and every other honest rider, greatly. Clubs such as the Seattle Magic Wheels, or their sister group, the Zodiac Angels, do a lot of good for the communities they support. I have friends and relatives involved in both, and always look for any member when I’m on a long road trip.

We stay away from the large groups, especially if they’re sporting “outlaw” patches. For that matter, if you don’t know how to identify the various patches, avoid any people wearing the “MC.” Small groups of unpatched people are usually going to be family and / or friends, so would be fairly safe to approach and speak with if you want to hear a good tale of the road. Trust that me and mine are nowhere near anyplace called “Twin Peaks,” and we certainly don’t associate or socialize with so-called “bikers.”

We ride and enjoy our freedom. These terrorists threaten it…and that pisses me off.

Photo Credit: L.A. Times


Lawetlat’la / Loowit – 35 Years After

Photo credit: McChord Air Museum

On 18 May, 1980, at 8:32 a.m., the mountain known as Mt. Saint Helens in Washington State erupted, blowing down and scorching 230 square miles of forest. The mountain shrunk by 1,314 feet (401 m) that day; 57 people were killed in the eruption and subsequent avalanche of debris. From the USDA / Forest Service website:

Shaken by an earthquake measuring 5.1 on the Richter scale, the north face of this tall symmetrical mountain collapsed in a massive rock debris avalanche. In a few moments this slab of rock and ice slammed into Spirit Lake, crossed a ridge 1,300 feet high, and roared 14 miles down the Toutle River.

The avalanche rapidly released pressurized gases within the volcano. A tremendous lateral explosion ripped through the avalanche and developed into a turbulent, stone-filled wind that swept over ridges and toppled trees. Nearly 150 square miles of forest was blown over or left dead and standing.

At the same time a mushroom-shaped column of ash rose thousands of feet skyward and drifted downwind, turning day into night as dark, gray ash fell over eastern Washington and beyond. Wet, cement-like slurries of rock and mud scoured all sides of the volcano. Searing flows of pumice poured from the crater. The eruption lasted 9 hours, but Mount St. Helens and the surrounding landscape were dramatically changed within moments.

A vast, gray landscape lay where once the forested slopes of Mount St. Helens grew. In 1982 the President and Congress created the 110,000-acre National Volcanic Monument for research, recreation, and education. Inside the Monument, the environment is left to respond naturally to the disturbance.

I and my family were in Alaska at the time, but our relatives in Seattle and Renton called us within minutes to tell us of the event even before it made the evening news. The mushroom cloud produced could be seen for miles, and the falling ash blanketed everything. Some people collected the ash and still have it saved in jars in their homes; others lamented the damage done to their vehicles when they tried to wash the ash off – powdered pumice and other igneous rocks scratch paint badly!

We took a motorcycle ride to the mountain last summer – it was a perfect, sunny day and we took the route through the Columbia River Gorge that leads through the tiny town of Cougar. It’s a crappy little place, so if you decide to visit the mountain, avoid Cougar like the plague and pack your own lunch. There are far better places to eat at! Carson / Stevenson have some decent restaurants, right there in the Gorge.

Anyway, the landscape on the mountain is fascinating to observe, especially all of the downed trees. Years later, there is still much fallen timber scattered like so many toothpicks for a Titan. I don’t go for the touristy things, usually, but the various Visitor’s Centres and museums on and around the mountain have some worthwhile exhibits.

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I would be remiss if I omitted the local lore of the First Nations peoples who lived here: the (extinct?) Multnomah and the widely-dispersed Klickitat. All of the volcanoes in the area have fascinating tales behind them, and the one behind fair Loowit is, of course, tragic…as all good myths should be. From Wikipedia:

Native American legend[edit]

Native American lore contains numerous legends to explain the eruptions of Mount St. Helens and other volcanoes in the Cascade Volcanic Arc. The most famous of these is the Bridge of the Gods legend told by the Klickitats. In their tale, the chief of all the gods, Tyhee Saghalie and his two sons, Pahto (also called Klickitat) and Wy’east, traveled down the Columbia River from the Far North in search of a suitable area to settle.[7]

They came upon an area that is now called The Dalles and thought they had never seen a land so beautiful. The sons quarreled over the land and to solve the dispute their father shot two arrows from his mighty bow; one to the north and the other to the south. Pahto followed the arrow to the north and settled there while Wy’east did the same for the arrow to the south. Saghalie then built Tanmahawis, the Bridge of the Gods, so his family could meet periodically.[7]

When the two sons of Saghalie both fell in love with a beautiful maiden named Loowit, she could not choose between them. The two young chiefs fought over her, burying villages and forests in the process. The area was devastated and the earth shook so violently that the huge bridge fell into the river, creating the Cascades Rapids of the Columbia River Gorge.[8]

For punishment, Saghalie struck down each of the lovers and transformed them into great mountains where they fell. Wy’east, with his head lifted in pride, became the volcano known today as Mount Hood and Pahto, with his head bent toward his fallen love, was turned into Mount Adams. The fair Loowit became Mount St. Helens, known to the Klickitats as Louwala-Clough which means “smoking or fire mountain” in their language (the Sahaptin called the mountain Loowit).[9]

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Here are some videos I found of the event. Hopefully they can be viewed…they are interesting.

KOMO Reporter’s close call

Dave Crockett: Escaping the Eruption

Mt. Saint Helens Eruption 18 May, 1980

The Dark of the Moon…

It’s a New Moon phase…introspection and contemplation are on my mind as I thrash out a short story to submit for critique. I’ve opened myself to the world in many ways, and it’s a little bit terrifying. It’s also a lot of fun! I suppose I’ll have to get used to being respected or hated for what I say, as anyone who makes their living with words is. Get ready, world – Sepultura is preparing to enter the stage!

My trusty calendar marks today as “Malcolm X Day” in Washington, D.C.; when I did a search I found a small tidbit on Wikipedia (double- and triple-checking sources) indicating that it is usually observed on his birthdate of 19 May, but is sometimes observed on the third Sunday in May…which is today. I figured I’d try to acknowledge it in some small way.

This monstrosity has been in Elliot Bay, docked at one of Seattle’s ports. Shell’s “exploratory drilling platform” will soon be heading for Alaska’s Chukchi Sea to further destroy the landscape and environment there. “Job-creators,” my happy arse…

Meanwhile, the ghouls calling themselves journalists are combing the wreckage of the crashed Amtrak train since peaceful demonstrations in Baltimore and across the country are just…well, they’re not “news-worthy!” /sarcasm/

Tamir Rice’s mother is still unable to lay her murdered child to rest…my heart goes out to her.

The girls and women abducted from Chibok, Nigeria, are still imprisoned and enslaved by Boko Haram…it’s been 398 days.

My Seattle Mariners are doing good so far. It’s still early in the season, yet, but the games have been enjoyable. Very few outright routs, at the very least! Also, I’ve been in fits over the latest chapter in the “Deflate-gate” scandal. All I have to say is this: Yes, the Seattle Seahawks lost the last Super Bowl because of a moronic decision to pass the ball instead of running it – no question about that. As a Seahawks fan, I can hold my head high and proud anyway. Why, you might ask? Simple: the Seahawks didn’t cheat their way to the top! My team got there fair and square. The so-called ‘Patriots’ have been shady and scheiss-ty for some time now, and Tom Brady is freakin’ over-rated, IMHO.

It’s a quiet morning, so I’m taking my coffee outside to listen to the birds…perhaps the deer will pay me a visit again. I have a picture of it up on my gaming guild website. I might share the site address, but you need an Enjin account to view it properly. Do let me know if you’re interested, won’t you?


Queen & David Bowie: “Under Pressure

R.I.P., B. B. King…

Riley B. King: 16 September 1925 – 14 May 2015

I had an entirely different post planned for this morning, but I will post it tomorrow. I just heard of the death of legendary musician B. B. King, who passed away sometime last night in Las Vegas at the age of 89. From the Huffington Post:

Legendary blues musician B.B. King died on Thursday in Las Vegas, his attorney told The Associated Press. Cause of death was not released. He was 89.

Born Riley B. King in Berclair, Mississippi, and raised by his grandmother, the future “King of the Blues” purchased his first guitar for $15 when he was just 12 years old. He dropped out of school in the 10th grade, and spent much of his early years picking cotton and working as a tractor driver.

While he began singing in a gospel choir at church, the blues took root in King during his teen years. The blues is considered by many to be the only truly indigenous American music, and over time, King would become its foremost ambassador.

After a short stint in the Army during World War II, King returned home to work as a farmer. But a tractor accident prompted him to give up that life, and start another in Memphis. There, King officially launched his musical career in the late 1940s.

He honed his vibrato style of playing, worked steady gigs at a string of clubs, got his first real break on Sonny Boy Williamson’s “King Biscuit Time” radio show and hosted a 10-minute program on WDIA as “the Beale Street Blues Boy,” a name he eventually shortened to Blues Boy and then B.B. King. Over the next seven decades, King produced dozens of albums for various labels and released a string of hits (“The Thrill Is Gone,”“3 O’Clock Blues,” “You Know I Love You,” “Woke Up This Morning,” “Every Day I Have The Blues,” “Sweet Little Angel”) that helped to define the genre’s post-war sound, Variety reported.

A true pioneer, if I may say. A giant in his field; one of the most talented musicians of all time, and an inspiration and influence on many. You can keep your Clapton and your Allman Brothers and your Bonnie Raitt, the “great white hopes” of the blues. The sound that emerged from the Mississippi Delta and rode north to Chicago on paddle-wheelers and locomotives wasn’t born from a life of ease. He’s being called the “King of the Blues,” and I agree. I’m going to offend many by saying that he is also the “King of Rock & Roll” – Elvis who?

It’s always “Marley Mondays” in my house; Sundays are always “Bluesville” day. Today is Friday and the blues are playing…it’s tribute time on the satellite radio station. There are so many fantastic songs he performed! From Al-Jazeera:

For most of a career spanning nearly 70 years, Riley B. King was not only the undisputed king of the blues but a mentor to scores of guitarists, who included Eric Clapton, Otis Rush, Jimi Hendrix, John Mayall and Keith Richards. He recorded more than 50 albums and toured the world well into his 80s, often performing 250 or more concerts a year.

King played a big Gibson guitar he affectionately called Lucille —named after a woman being fought over in an Arkansas dance hall —with a style that included beautifully crafted single-string runs punctuated by loud chords, subtle vibratos and bent notes.

The result could bring chills to an audience, no more so than when King used it to full effect on his signature song, “The Thrill is Gone.” He would make his guitar shout and cry in anguish as he told the tale of forsaken love, then end with a guttural shouting of the final lines: “Now that it’s all over, all I can do is wish you well.”

His style was unusual. King didn’t like to sing and play at the same time, so he developed a call-and-response with Lucille.

“When I sing, I play in my mind,” he told Rolling Stone in 2003. “The minute I stop singing orally, I start to sing by playing Lucille.”

A preacher uncle taught him to play, and he honed his technique in abject poverty in the Mississippi Delta, learning C, F and G chords from “a sanctified preacher named Archie Fair in the hills of Mississippi. He was my uncle’s brother-in-law,” King told Guitar Player.

“I’ve always tried to defend the idea that the blues doesn’t have to be sung by a person who comes from Mississippi, as I did,” he said in the 1988 book “Off the Record: An Oral History of Popular Music.”

“People all over the world have problems,” he said. “And as long as people have problems, the blues can never die.”

I’ll simply close with three excellent songs…when words fail me, music says it all.

Why I Sing the Blues

Everyday I Have the Blues

The Thrill is Gone

Happy Birthday, Stephen Colbert!

Stephen Tyrone Colbert: 13 May 1964

Today is the birthday of one of my favourite comedians and actors, Stephen Colbert. I first saw him on the Comedy Central show, Strangers With Candy, which was essentially a spoof and satire of all those “after-school specials” which seemed prevalent during the late 1970s through the mid-1980s. It followed the misadventures of Jerri Blank, a 46-year-old woman who goes back to school after a hard life on the streets; Stephen portrayed her woefully uninformed, closeted history teacher, Chuck Noblet. This show was one of the funniest I’ve seen…I recommend it to those who appreciate humour which might be – less than appropriate!

Here’s a tiny bit of info about him from Wikipedia – cross-reference at your leisure, of course:

Stephen Tyrone Colbert[10] (/klˈbɛər/, né: /ˈklbərt/;[4] born May 13, 1964)[11] is an American comedian, television host, actor, and author. From 2005 to 2014, he was the host of Comedy Central‘s The Colbert Report, a satirical news show in which Colbert portrayed a caricatured version of conservative political pundits. It was announced on April 10, 2014, that Colbert had been chosen to succeed David Letterman as the host of the Late Show on CBS after Letterman retires in 2015.[12]

Colbert originally studied to be an actor, but became interested in improvisational theatre when he met Second City director Del Close while attending Northwestern University. He first performed professionally as an understudy for Steve Carell at Second City Chicago; among his troupe mates were comedians Paul Dinello and Amy Sedaris, with whom he developed the sketch comedy series Exit 57.

Colbert also wrote and performed on the short-lived Dana Carvey Show before collaborating with Sedaris and Dinello again on the cult television series Strangers with Candy. He gained considerable attention for his role on the latter as closeted gay history teacher Chuck Noblet. His work as a correspondent on Comedy Central‘s news-parody series The Daily Show first introduced him to a wide audience.

In 2005, he left The Daily Show to host a spin-off series, The Colbert Report. Following The Daily Show‍ ’​s news-parody concept, The Colbert Report was a parody of personality-driven political opinion shows such as The O’Reilly Factor. The series established itself as one of Comedy Central’s highest-rated series, earning Colbert an invitation to perform as featured entertainer at the White House Correspondents’ Association Dinner in 2006. Colbert has been nominated for over twenty-six Primetime Emmy Awards, winning nine, and has won two Grammy Awards and two Peabody Awards. He was named one of Time‍ ’​s 100 most influential people in 2006 and 2012.[13][14] His book I Am America (And So Can You!) was number one on The New York Times Best Seller list.”

I have watched The Daily Show for some time, so was happy to watch The Colbert Report when Stephen started the spin-off – I’m a proud, card-carrying member of the Colbert Nation! I have learned a great deal about politics, following the creation of (and donating to) his SuperPAC. I have enjoyed many interviews, including those of historian and author Nell Irvin Painter, metal band Unlocking the Truth, and First Lady Michelle Obama, to name but a few. Stephen takes over the helm of The Late Show with David Letterman Stephen Colbert in September of this year…I’m looking forward to it! In closing, enjoy my favourite interview Stephen conducted: it was with the late, great Maurice Sendak, one of the best writers of all time.

Grim Colberty Tales with Maurice Sendak: Part 1

Grim Colberty Tales with Maurice Sendak: Part 2

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Marley Monday.

Robert Nesta “Bob” Marley OM: 6 February 1945 – 11 May 1981


Today marks the death anniversary of Robert Nesta “Bob” Marley OM, well-known musician, activist, and humanitarian. From the official website, under the “History” tab:

The Bob Marley biography provides testament to the unparalleled influence of his artistry upon global culture. Since his passing on May 11, 1981, Bob Marley’s legend looms larger than ever, as evidenced by an ever-lengthening list of accomplishments attributable to his music, which identified oppressors and agitated for social change while simultaneously allowing listeners to forget their troubles and dance.

Bob Marley was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994; in December 1999, his 1977 album “Exodus” was named Album of the Century by Time Magazine and his song “One Love” was designated Song of the Millennium by the BBC. Since its release in 1984, Marley’s “Legend” compilation has annually sold over 250,000 copies according to Nielsen Sound Scan, and it is only the 17th album to exceed sales of 10 million copies since SoundScan began its tabulations in 1991.

Bob Marley’s music was never recognized with a Grammy nomination but in 2001 he was bestowed The Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award, an honor given by the Recording Academy to “performers who during their lifetimes, have made creative contributions of outstanding artistic significance to the field of recording.” That same year, a feature length documentary about Bob Marley’s life, Rebel Music, directed by Jeremy Marre, was nominated for a Grammy for Best Long Form Music Video documentary. In 2001 Bob Marley was accorded the 2171st star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame by the Hollywood Historic Trust and the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce, in Hollywood, California. As a recipient of this distinction, Bob Marley joined musical legends including Carlos Santana, Stevie Wonder and The Temptations.

Every Monday is “Marley Monday” in my house. I have my satellite radio tuned to the reggae station; every hour they play a song by Bob Marley & the Wailers. Also, throughout the day I have the pleasure of hearing the music of at least three of his 11 children: Stephen Marley, David “Ziggy” Marley, and Damian “Jr. Gong” Marley – their musical styles are different enough from each other to really appreciate, in my opinion.

Ziggy Marley: “I Don’t Want to Live on Mars

Damian Marley & Nas: “Patience

Stephen Marley: “Someone to Love

Bob Marley & the Wailers: “Three Little Birds

Bob Marley & the Wailers: “Buffalo Soldier

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