tosh wash

you have to have something that blends with the gnarly with this guy, he's not your average Johnny Carson sort of weasel, he's kind of asexual although I think one day he'll admit to being a gay blade and that'll be the end of that, not that it's important we know his orientation (really, here comes the old adage 'who gives a fuck/" but in our day and age, it's kind of limiting if you're going for the gay audience and the straight audience and everyone inbetween...tosh doesn't quite operate that way as a comic, no he's like the ten year old kid like one of my four brothers looking at the odd scene he's interpreting for the humorous content and while he's over sucking his thumb, he definitely knows it's there if he needs to do it...and that's his powers of observation and innocence all wrapped into one package being himself...a good guy...one who takes the blame for being himself and doesn't let on that he's been hurt by a cruel public because he'd be the first one to say to that 'who gives a fuck' and although I don't know that he uses much profanity in his act, he does keep the wide eyed innocence in there with some glib anecdotes that keep his audience amused, young men like my son who enjoy his ambivalence about gender and kind of a crusader in terms of finding out what's funny in today's society...what's not funny is what should be funny which is those school shootings and how to weed out the characters responsible for these otracities..atrocities...boy I couldn't even spell it for a minute

ok, weeding out school shooters, psychology 101 for beginners
lecturer, rotating psych major with a major hard on for Karen Horney (I just like the name, he says smacking his lips together)...students are in a round table, this is limited to 15 students, could be any age but there's one or two coffeeskinned in the bunch because relativity demands it...and there's a bowl of popcorn in the middle of the table and wise guy lecturer knd of picks up a handfull and lets it drop on the table..
now students, here we go, imagine this popcorn is bullets, aimed at your head by some wildeyed maniac that watched too much television violence and thinks you can buy new brains at walmart
go for it, what do you do?

student 1: eat the popcorn
lecturer: maybe, but it's not buttered so if you leave on the table it won't get things greasy
student 2:  ping 'em in the head with your slingshot, kick off balance with a hard rock to the crotch
lecturer:  passive aggressive works, it might even improve your ping pong score
student 3:  why do we have to be the ones to figure this out
student 4:  shut the fuck up
student 5:  I think it's awful all the kids with guns, I mean really
lecturer:  yep...totally mainstream gun lobbyists get all they want from the feds
student 6:  how about alcohol firearms and tobacco getting tougher and leaving us psych students out of the loop entirely
lecturer:  my kinda guy...but really, there's a reason Clementine went to school with a Mauser not bowser and splattered brains because she was a) not having her period b) broke up with Schlomo c) her dad molested her
Lectuer:  clemintine went to school with a gun because she thought it was sneaky fun and she was pissed about something more important...any ideas?
Student 7:  not a clue dude, really, we just got into the mind as a subject, how would we have the slightest clue about this shit?
Lecturer:  my point exacatly, you're about as fresh on the topic as any federal bureau is going to get for insight, forge on
Student 8:  It's usually the weasly pimply guys that get a beef they have to resolve with violence because a) they have no dick b) they have no balls c) they are pussies (big laughs all around the table from these enlightened remarks)
Student 9:  Ok, so Engish Lit is not your forte but talking about dicks and balls and pussies is something you can relate to, I get it, you're an arse! yes...
Student 8: takes one to know one, Fido
Student 9:  remind me how we got into this class at the same time
Lecturer:  shut the fuck up
Student 10:  really, all the world needs is a little more love
Student 11:  we got the dicks and the pussies covered, and the arses...is that the only thing on the menu with these active shooter goons?  I mean really what motivates these creeps, seeing people fall down dead?  what gives with that?
Lecturer:  a student after my own heart, have some popcorn
Student 12:  I'm with him, we just got started on this class and we're solving the big question of the active shooter, what can we do about it?  I mean really.
Lecturer:  it's what is called a round table yum yum...have some popcorn, now has everyone had a turn talking?
students nod their heads in agreement, dip in to the popcorn, take turns shooting it and spreading it around the room...lecturer walks away from the table hands out pencil turning in his fingers

Lecturer:  ok class...picture this...Buddy BigBoy has a mean daddy that tells him every day he's a pathetic wimp...how you think Buddy Big Boy gonna go through life hearing that dull message?  he gonna get mad, he gonna get even...he gonna go get the newspaper for Daddio?  what he gonna do?

Student 4:  probably kill the cocksucker at some point, wouldn't you?
Lecturer  yeah, negative reinforcement does what?
Student 8:  adds a layer of poopoo to the shorts

the heart of the matter

at drill last night Jackie Ahrens, newly returned to the fold as an EMT, showed a picture of a tumor removed from her stepdaughter's ovary.  It weighed 32 pounds or more.  It looked like a giant heart.  It took nine years for the daughter to be diagnosed.
Eventually we got the gurney out of the ambulance but it nearly collapsed on itself and at that point I was furious with Diane for number one not assisting and telling me 'I should be doing this' and number two, careles and disrespectul conduct while on a call.  The gurney collapsed with a patient on board who was making comments about the way Diane andi were interacting and saying something it was better entertainment than the soaps.  The office manager of the ER was present by then and we were all trying to disengage the gurney and get the patient inside and I told Diane that I was sick and tired of her always needling staff on a call and that it needed to stop.  I said that I asked for assistance in getting the patient indoor and that the gurney was not responding and we would need all the help we could get.  For her to stand there and harass me when i was already having troubles unloading the gurney did help the situation and she needed to back off and be quiet.  The office manager of the Forks ER said that this wasinappropriate behavior and I said I don't care, I'm tired of her always bullying staff on a call and it needs to stop.  I also thought privately that I wasn't being paid to serve as an EMT helper/ambulance driver and I had nothing to lose by standing up to Dian

what to do aout 'the bugger'

quite an interesting series of events happened yesterday, lke a ticking timbom they finally exploded.  I'm talking about Diana Leiza and the ambulance runs.  Inevitably, when we both turn up for the call at the fire department, she's always got to through her weight around, which is considerable.  I've got to put down my wingflaps and keep my trap shut so she can maneuver herself through the experience of rescuing someone in need.
Yesterday there was a car accident on the Burnt MOuntain road.  I was in a meeting at the SEkiu Center and getting paid for janitorial work for the month of October.  I was taking the minutes for the meeting as I am secretary for the West End YOuth and Community Club.  The radio I carry went off and I asked KIm Bowlby to take over the secretarial duties.  I packed up my stuff, we had been at Messy Palettes art group prior to this and I was crocheting a throw out of beautiful yard from Laurel Sadilek Burtness, whose mother was a member of St. Thomas Church and a good friend of my parents.  Well, I say good friend but Louise Sadilek was awfully pushy, kind of like Diane but in a less forceful way.  Diane pushes too hard always.  I can't believe she was Special Ed teacher for so long and saying 'they want her back', like hell, I'll bet.
I decided to keep the dogs in the car while I was at the accident becaue we needed to be there quick and they'd been fed, watered and exercised so they were good for as long as it took and sometimes it doesn't take that long.  When i realized that we'd be transporting a patient I ,called Teresa on the radio and asked her to take my dogs home, only Trish intercepted and asked 'what's up'.  I gave her the message and told her we were enroute to Forks assoon as Diane got the patient bungled up, it seemed to take her forever to buckle him in, finally she said he was packaged.  The cop told me the guy had been soliciting and the woman he solicited was escorted from the scene by another makah.  She was makah.  I didn't recognize the patient and they got the woman out of the way real quick.  She was gone before we even got out of the rigs.
We got to the scene and the car was upside down in the ditch heading towards Clallam Bay.  There were two police one local county one state patrol.  There were no traffic signs up and the actual traffic was all over the place.  I couldn't see the driver being escorted to the ambulance but did see the police quickly remove the woman in question and so comment was made on that to me by the county cop.  he looked like one of the hull boys, guy's kid sandy if he weren't messed up on drugs.  He said the driver had ben arrested prior times for soliciting, he couldn't think of th eword I supplied it because we did have a house on 14th and T in DC and that was the most notorious place for prostitution and the heroin trade and now it's a million dollar residence and all cleaned up.
anyways, the gy was put into the back of the ambulance at the back door and diane set about checking his vitals,e tc. and then I was told to get the rig out of the way at the next turn out because traffic was burgeoning and we were setting up flaggers.  I was prepared to take off and Diane calls out 'wait wait I'm not ready, don't leave yet...typical of her but you see I'm the one who has to bein charge and she's browbeaten me for so long I just can't navigate that way because she's taken it out of me. 

gagnon's old place

it's quite a lovely spot, the old gagnon homestead, place where craig drankhimself todeath I was unable to help him as he'd hired Edna list price $104,000
and yeah sent the new guy an email about visiting an art gallery this afternooon
guess what was said? eggs cues
my first and only eggwhite omlette

guess that's the end of the 'sit-in'

diana has moved away to roger's house and susan is gone most of the time probably all this month so will have teresa do the clean up for the sekiu center while I'm in arizona...
joann willard is being a pain in the ass with ann around don't know why that is but it is has to do with money which is unpleasant to say the least and then there was tim yelling at thu at the concert saturday evening I don't know where that came from first there was this reassuring pat on the back and then the hostile interface with thu because she said she'd like to sterilize her equipment if she had to cut dennis's hair..he blew up at her and then I was looking for my art books from when I was out at chito and so on...I sat near the house in an armchair supplied by the morris's or no I got it myself from the house porch and I can't find the art I did at cowan I found a little of the chito material but the office bedroom is a wreck presently I should go home and tidy that up but I've a  sore arm from a burn and don't want to irritate the flesh if I can help it all about the good ol GP ethic and where to have enough money to get the things I need...meanwhile..supposed to be ordering tired from gary but that's not happening either did see my mother yesterday in the afternoon had a reasonable visit lots of writing all over the place from the strait tales group...meanwhile kind of feel like there's a cloud in the room whenever dleiza is about she say's they want her back at school like EYUWW really no way and my son tony talks trash to me in the same way sometimes it's all rather weird but then I'm hungry besides so I should get with that program and forget the rest I suspect..have to be confident and faithful that I can do what I need to do

dinner at the breakwater

I got the giggles while waiating on the coffee and cheesecake
we were watching the mariners beat the astros in huston
the bearded pitcher for the mariners was thowing the ball through a thick beard that seemed to be catching on his arm I made a comment he needs to donate that bush to locks for love
lest he catch another ball in it
then I was really giggling

walking to the car to get my combat boots because my feet are cold

further notes on M&M2 the usual suspects is a good one...build up rhetoric to include current worries about the electric (definitely user state at this point) the medical coverage: Ed Winter physician's assistant is the husband of Diana Winter the total bitch from the mail room wonder how that adds up: doesn't typify at user state JoAnn Willard to quantum relay and make EW the spokesperson for your own cultivated resources my cultivated resources include:
curing KE
thanks to Profumo and his lackeys
they didn't believe the brother for brother
Pacholke and his daughter Jemma as operatives in China how does that relate to M&M2?
build up dichotomy of the environment, how it plays what good old H1 had to do with that
in a sense he 'orchestrated the Nuremberg trials' to allow for the 'frankenstein' concept to have full reign and only a pure heart would survive it all...
as in KE
and so forth...not kidding when they say everyman's home is his castle...